Day 327 – Rejected (Again), Still Alive

Another rejection showed up in my inbox over the weekend. This time it was from American Short Fiction. I won’t lie. I was disappointed. American Short Fiction is one of my favorite literary journals and it’s based out of Austin so I had wishes and hopes heaped up on that submission. An acceptance from them would’ve really made my day or year really. Anyway, I got over it quickly because my vacuum cleaner broke and that was much more disruptive and emotionally taxing than a rejection letter. I am starting to wonder if I should revise my piece though. It didn’t feel quite at it’s peak when I sent it out. More resolution was needed at the end. I sent it out anyway because I needed to move on to my next project. The revision will have...

Day 319 – One Rejection Closer to Acceptance

Every rejection letter brings you closer to an acceptance letter. I really truly believe that and because I do, I delight every time a piece is rejected. Another rejection letter arrived in my inbox yesterday morning. Before this project, I probably would’ve used each rejection as as a whip to lash myself with, proof that I CAN’T, that investing my time in writing is a foolish, irresponsible, EMBARRASSING, LAUGHABLE. That’s a choice though, a reality you choose. It’s also a reality that kept me from doing my best and sending work out for years and years and years. Or even sending work out that wasn’t my best because really? Are you ever “your best” and how would you even know if you were? Tomorrow, you might out write...

Day 261 – Weirdly Rejected?

My short story received a weird sort of rejection that was a rejection, but wasn’t from Used Gravitrons. I’m kinda sad about it because this journal was particularly strange and intriguing and possible a good fit for my very strange and intriguing fiction piece. I’m counting it as a rejection because my submission didn’t result in a publication, but it technically wasn’t a rejection because it wasn’t declined based on the content of quality of my work. So confusing. Anyway, you can read the rejection letter below. Hi Zezelia, Thank you for your submission. The winds of change have swept through the house of Used Gravitrons and we are no longer considering or accepting unsolicited material. This is in an effort to focus our...

Day 241 – Rejection! Rejection!

Rejected again! My short story has been officially rejected by Tin House. This is my second rejection letter for this piece. I’m kinda excited about it despite it being a form rejection. I’ve made a special folder for them in my gmail account so I can keep track of them like how Stephen King kept all his rejection letters tacked to his wall. Thankfully, I saw this video earlier in the week to remind me that rejection is par for the course and nothing personal. Cheers! Dear Zezelia, Thank you for sending us “Endship.” Thank you, also, for your patience in waiting to hear back from us. Unfortunately, we must pass at this time. Best of luck placing your work elsewhere. Sincerely, Tin House Editors ...

Day 188 – Rejected!

Driftwood Press rejected my short story and I’m super excited about it! They actually responded! Sure, it’s a form rejection, but it’s my FIRST rejection letter!  It was literally the first thing I read at 6 a. m. this morning and it strangely set a positive tone for the day, like having been rejected brought me on tiny step closer to publication somehow. It felt like progress and encouragement to buckle down and try again. See below for the entire letter. Dear Zezelia, Thank you for submitting your work. Unfortunately, your submission does not fit our current editorial needs. We wish you the best of luck finding another home for your writing, and we encourage you to continue submitting to us in the future. Please see our summer issue...

Day 165 – Saturdays Bring Me Down

I hate blogging on Saturdays. I will continue to do it because I’ve made the commitment to myself just know that the process is drudgery. Coming up with something positive to say about writing on Saturday makes me want to punch someone in the face so from here on out Saturday will be “filling the well” day. On Saturdays, I will do something creative (non-writing related) for the shear pleasure of doing it. Actually, I take that back, it doesn’t have to be creative, the activity will just need to be restorative. Being creative in anyway is often restorative, but so is getting a yummy massage. Restorative is the key here.  I’m instituting this so Saturday posts don’t turn into “don’t wanna” posts every week. Cuz...