Ah, the life of a writer. I'm elated and dejected all in the same time. To paraphrase Walt Whitman, "Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself. No I don't."
My novella was declined, but with a note that it would be reconsidered if it were longer. They liked the story and concept. Essentially, I have a rewrite request and an invitation to resubmit.
Guess what I'll be doing for the foreseeable future?