Stegner Rejection
Peter Slapnicher
It's not like I'm surprised that Stanford doesn't want to pay me to write there for 2 years. I wasn't going to apply because the deadline snuck up on me and I figured it was pretty much the slimmest chance that ever was anyway, but then they extended the deadline, and I'm a sucker for interpreting coincidences like that as some powerful work of fate.
Here's what does bother me a little: I got an email rejection. How much money did I send them as an application fee? $50 I think. Send me a little souvenir piece of paper of my youthful folly. Then I can put it into the Ruth Bader Ginsburg folder where I keep all of my other rejections, including last year's Stegner rejection which at least featured a photocopy of Eavan Boland's signature.
Harp & Altar has rejected another batch of my poems with a form rejection.

Here's a nice round number for you: 150. I think I deserve a beer or something.
Failbetter sent me a rejection for a story I'm not quite sure what to do with, so why did I think they would know what to do with it?
Jentel decided not to invite me to go to Wyoming and write, sadly. I thought it sounded pretty ideal to go out into the Wyoming wilderness and put some pen to paper. Apparently though, since people aren't working right now, they're all applying for writing residencies. Boo. I'd heard this was a really good one.