I had a very encouraging string of publishing acceptances in May and now a new one in June. I’m going to use the phrase “very excited” in each of the paragraphs below, because I really, really mean it. Forthcoming for me in the next two weeks:
“Behind the Eight” at Schuylkill Valley Journal, part of their new Dispatches series. I’m very excited about this piece finding a home as part of this new series!
“Clouds” in the launch issue of Perhappened Magazine. The theme for this issue is carnival. I grew up in the mobile food concession business, so some of the story is from that perspective. I’m very excited to be included in this issue! Saturday, June 6.
“Anyway, Here’s Wonderwall” at the newly-launched Rejection Letters. I’m very excited to be included in the early days of this new project! Tuesday, June 10.
“A Decent Disaster” at Mineral Lit Mag‘s June issue. I’m very excited to be part of this edition!
I’m particularly grateful that these pieces have each found the right home, and I’m even more excited by the chance to work with the editors at each of these venues, all of whom have been amazingly encouraging and wonderful to connect with in general.
From the submissions page at Hippocampus Magazine:
Just because we pass on a particular submission does not mean it does not have merit; we publish 8-12 pieces per issue, and this often means turning away strong work. Sometimes it’s as simple as an essay with similar theme or style was recently published. Do not take editorial decisions personally. Just sitting down and getting your thoughts on paper is a task for which you should feel great pride—not everyone can do it. Every piece of writing has value. We feel it is important to spread the message of being persistent and diligent in your search for publication. Never let rejection discourage you from sharing your story. Just because it is not right for us or right for us at this time does not mean it will not find a more fitting or timely home. Write on.
Check out this poem by Andrew Bertaina at Rejection Letters.
Yesterday, I got two or three rejection emails for short stories I’m trying to place. On Facebook, I asked my writer friends if there was any chance those mags were having some April Fool’s Day fun with us. Truth be told, I don’t take rejections seriously or personally. The stories have been through the processes they’ve needed to go through before I sent them out. I love them and believe in them. I know they’ll find a place in the world.
Then I got to thinking about how I might have felt if I’d gotten acceptance letters yesterday instead. There’s a certain foreboding, isn’t there, in Palm Sunday adulation?