The house smells like a movie theatre concession stand as my husband is air popping corn kernels with our shiny red popcorn maker. To his dismay, the cooking pot he is using to catch the hot, flying, fully-popped treat is way too small.

The result: My little son is crawling on the floor, yelling, “I found another one Dad!”

While this is going on, something else popped up unexpectedly. An email. I applied to join an online critique group and one of the members just sent me notice (kindly of course), that I have been REJECTED.

I am discouraged.