One (is the Lonelist Girl in the Back Office)
These are the problems with not sending stories out for a long period of time (for example, oh, say between about April and two weeks ago):
One cannot sell stories that are only sitting on one's own desk. At least as far as I'm aware.
One forgets how to forget about submissions. As a result, one obsesses: has it been two to three months yet? Only four days? Oh. ... Now? ... What about now?
One's obsession with checking the mail begins to seem slightly silly, even unjustified. After all, who is that excited about mail when all she can expect to receive are bills and Pizza Pizza fliers?
One ends up with a collection of stamps, meant for submissions, that are now one cent too slim to actually send said submissions. And one hates to buy one cent stamps. One would really rather just tape a penny to the envelope, and has considered doing so on multiple occasions.
(Y'know, I once had a character named One. Well, he was really five characters, but still. And, in a fit of teenaged naming amusement, I made his initials O.N.E.--One Nalan Epsilon. Poor guy(s). I think it's a good thing I never got around to writing that one. ... Damn, was that a pun?)