I need a win so badly.

I sat down last night to look for markets for the two stories that recently came home after another round of rejections. I reformatted a manuscript per an editor's guidelines for the nth time, and realized after doing so that the story was entirely wrong for that market. I could not bring myself to start over for the night, so I packed it in.

There was a time when submitting things was validating. Rejections were even better — tangible evidence that an editor had seen my work.  I collected them happily. It was proof that I was Doing What Writers Do, which made me feel like I was really a writer and not just faking it.  

It's not working anymore.  I need a win.