So approximately a million things have happened during the past week. London bombings and possible (okay, probable) high-level leaks that led to the uncovering of a CIA agent and Darfur atrocities and continued terrorism in Iraq aside...I got published.
Huh. You know, somehow that doesn't quite measure up, all things considered. So let's take a moment to contemplate the continued evils that plague the world. Heck, let's make it a full minute. That's okay; I can wait. (Heaven knows it's taken me a week to update this blog.)
In sum: Bad things suck.
Okay, onto the good. I got published! My poem, "Casanova's Villanelle," now appears on WildChild Publishing! (And I swear, Loving Husband, this poem ain't about you.)
And...WildChild Publishing also accepted a short story for publication, to appear next month! Stay tuned for "The Compromise!"
Some not so hot stuff, too: I finally got a rejection from Agent 13 (I think it's 13; heck, I have to reread "The GAN: A Love Story" from last month to keep everything straight). More than 15 weeks for the Agent to consider the partial, and all I got was a lousy form letter. Well, to be fair, as form letters go, it really was quite tasteful. Letterhead, and everything. Still, a rejection, with no reason why. Crap.
Also got a few stories rejected from magazines. Double crap.
That's okay. Whatever doesn't kill me is all fodder for new stories. Remember, kids: To a hammer, everything looks like a nail, and to a writer, everything looks like material. So be nice to a writer today.
2 Comments:
Congrats on the sales/publication, and sympathy on the form letter.
I think the most obnoxious agent bounce I ever got was a badly photocopied quarter-sheet of paper stapled to my cover letter.
You're getting nibbles from agents. No bites yet, but even the nibbles put you way ahead in the game.
Thanks and thanks, Jim! Every nibble counts. I know this from my love affair with chocolate. Even when I only nibble on it, I gain about ten pounds. See? The nibbles all add up!
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