Rejection 99

Whoa.  All of a sudden Rejection 100 is imminent.  It could happen today!

But that would really be a banner day for me: I don't remember getting 3 rejections in one day.  2 a couple times, but not 3.

Anyways, the benevolent JA Tyler of ml Press, did not find the story I sent "raw or weighty" enough for his series, but he did invite me to send more work, saying he thought the right piece might fit nicely there.  Thanks, Mr. Nice Guy.  I'll send that right over lickety-split.

Rejection 97

Toot Toot!

I've mostly given up on trying to get onto Eyeshot, but every once in a while I think I've written something that Mr. Klein might like and send it over, figuring that, at worst, I'll get a creatively insulting rejection. Such a thing happened today, when I received a rejection for my story, "Let Me Be Your Tugboat King."

Mr. Klein directed me to a song called, "Tugboat," by Galaxie 500, and said that while my story didn't do much for him, it did remind him of this song and he hoped I would become a big fan.

Based on the lyrics, Galaxie 500 and I have similar feelings about the merits of being in charge of  tugboats. Strange. I did not know this existed. I cannot wait to get to a computer with speakers so that I might hear if their rhythms match the ones in my head.

Interview with ME!

And many more!

I've never been interviewed before, that I can recall, so this is a momentous occasion: 

What to Wear During an Orange Alert has interviewed me about how much I like getting turned down and posted it as a part of their "Reader Meet Author" theme.

Check it out and chances are that you will become addicted, if you haven't already.  This site has become the cultural king of "Heads-Up" for me.

Rejection 96

j/k

blerg.  another rejection from Hobart. 

Rejection 95

Redivider just sent an email rejecting some poems I'd submitted. Who the hell cares though?

OBAMA IS THE PRESIDENT ELECT!

I'd said a prayer about a week ago promising God I would sacrifice all personal success if Obama could win. Here come the rejection letters.

Rejection 94

Whoo, doggy.  Seems like the journals are a-readin' right now.  I just got a rejection back from New Orleans Review for a story I sent 2 weeks ago.  I should have also mentioned that the rejection from Fugue a few entries back came in 12 days and that's not even counting the fact that both of these submissions were snail mail.

I should know better with journals like this.  I just keep hoping they'll change their minds.

Hey, vote today!  You'll feel better.  Duh.

Rejection 93

No Respect.

 Tonight I went through a bunch of submissions which had been out for a while, writing status queries.  Logging into the submissions system for Drunken Boat, I discovered that my submission had been "declined."  I'm not sure when this occurred, but there you have it: no email, just a status change in the system. 

In the voice of Rodney Dangerfield: No respect, I tell ya.

Rejection 92

Returning home from writer heaven, I was saddened to find but one rejection in my stack of mail.  A small slip of paper, which had been photocopied many times over, waited for me to say thanks, but no thanks for the opportunity to consider a set of poems I sent to Fugue. 

Shall we start taking bets on when I'll hit 100 rejections?

Rejection 91

Today I received a kind rejection from Coconut. First of all, they had been nice enough to consider the remaining three of my poems after two of them had been accepted elsewhere. Second of all, Bruce said that it was a painful email to write as my work was clearly publishable, but just didn't fit with the issue as it was coming together. He asked that I keep in touch

Now, there is always a little part which wonders if everyone got such an email, but I can usually convince myself that's not the case.

Thank you, Coconut for your generous policies and words.

Rejection 90

Ask and ye shall receive:

A few days ago I complained that I hadn't heard from Fence in close to a year.  With 12 days to spare, they sent my rejection along today.

Hallelujah.