I tell myself not to worry about this onslaught of rejections by post and by email. At least some of the rejects are what I term “nice” rejections. The second or third tier rejection slips with comments and signatures. I remember back to the manuscript-overflowing shelves (both literal and virtual) at IR and know not to take it personally. Rejection season leads to summer, which is also known as manuscript editing, revising, polishing season, and summer leads to autumn when school and journals are back in session and postal workers (both literal and electronic) everywhere are delivering those shiny new pages of stellar poetry.