inasmuch as it concerns Rejectomancy:
The mystic art of attempting to learn from the failure to make a sale. Rejoicing in closure, if not publication. Another cycle completed. Another turn of the rack wheel.
Closure Is A Good Thing
Thu 2006-02-23 20:38:47 (single post)
- 3,000 words (if poetry, lines) long
Got some email today. It appears that the She's Such A Geek anthology will not be including anything written by me.
*Sigh*
But a rejection letter is always better than no letter at all. I'd been a little concerned when no response had shown up by the 15th, which I think had been the date they'd set as the latest followup time.
I'm not entirely sure that this essay really has any other market, since I sort of wrote it to order. But I don't throw anything away. So the slush piles of the publishing world may yet see this thing once more. 'Til then... ta!
Another One Bites The Dust
Tue 2005-12-27 14:07:11 (single post)
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- 108.00 hrs. revised
- 50,304 words (if poetry, lines) long
- 0.00 hrs. revised
Woke up quite late today, toddled down to the mailbox, and found my official form rejection letter from Wizards Of The Coast regarding The Drowning Boy. Reactions?
- Darn! I could have sworn my three-chapter excerpt was irresistable!
- Figures. My synopsis and chapter outline were teh suxx0r.
- Whew! Now I don't have to worry about racing the phone call with my rewrite!
- Whoo-hoo! Another number located! Mine is 166! ...I have no idea what that means.
Like I said in the AW thread, I'm going to keep working on this one through December, hoping to have the rewrite close to finished. Then in January I'm going to primarily do whatever the NaNoPubYe Plan says to do with The Golden Bridle, making sure to schedule time for other projects as well. Like short stories. And work-for-hire projects. Etc.
So. Time to hit chapter 13. More later tonight. Probably.
On its shield. Definitely on.
Tue 2005-10-04 23:07:39 (single post)
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Oh yeah. Update. Quickest darn rejection letter in the Rockies, this story got. And no wonder. The place I sent it wants spec fic, not lit fic. Well, duh.
(I feel rrrrrilly dumb now.)