The end of another Monday and I’m thinking about the “nice” rejection I got today. She said “Hi” and spelt my name correctly. Mentioned the title of my manuscript and wrote kind words of encouragement. I appreciated that.

But did you know that the word “nice” wasn’t always meant to be agreeable? Long ago the word was used negatively. It meant someone who was foolish, stupid, ignorant or unaware.

With that, some days I think I must be awfully “nice” since I keep fooling myself in believing that all of these words I keep pouring out of my soul may … could perhaps mean something, touch or move someone.

The other day my friend told me that she couldn’t do what I do (speaking of the constant rejection). And most days it’s okay but some days it’s just so very … NICE.