I get home, throw my bag to the floor and pick up the mail. While sorting through it I spot an envelope that looks strikingly familiar. Oh yes, it’s the SASE I sent with my short story for their response. They’ve finally written back. YES! Soon, all of the excitement is washed away by the awful unknown. What if they hated it? Ugh. I graciously tear open the envelope and pull the slip out. It says, “Thank you so much for submitting your fiction piece to our fine publication, however we are not interested at this time. Good luck in the future.” Damn!
Four rejection slips later, I’m sitting in my office pouring myself another glass of cheap red wine, (dare I say the name) staring at a very sharp X-acto Knife sitting to my left. I should just end it all! I have no talent. What am I doing? Who wants to hear what I have to say anyway? But then I think damn it, I do. So, I’ve decide to look for other avenues.
I only need one magazine to like it anyway. At the very least I’d like some sound writing advice about my piece. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Maybe the plot isn’t strong enough, the dialogue too dry. Who knows? But I want answers. So, I’ve decide not to wait around any longer. I’ve sent it out to two more publications. Hey, you never know.