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I google-image-searched "denouement" and this came up and I just hope everything is ok.
G.C. Waldrep sent me some thoughts on the story I submitted to West Branch and I'm absolutely grateful. They didn't want it, but the suggestions are so incredibly helpful.
Trying to channel this 24/7.
Both The Southern Review and A Public Space continue to encourage me to send more work along with their rejections. I feel satisfied by this.
Please just let this election be over though. It's causing me to hate everything.
You know what? I'd never submitted a story to The New Yorker. In June, I did, and yesterday I got a rejection. It said the manuscript wasn't right for them "in spite of its evident merit," and I feel like that's a higher tier of rejection than the standard, so I AM 1000% HAPPY ABOUT THAT. I finally submitted work to their slush pile and it wasn't totally buried. I honestly thought it had been rejected without a response because it had been over the 3-month time limit they state on the website, but I loved getting that official rejection. Especially because I remember being a college sophomore who was ENAMORED with a senior who was so discouraged because he'd sent his story to The New Yorker and they'd rejected it, and I THINK I GAVE HIM SYMPATHY. What. That dude kissed me when he had a girlfriend and was "teaching himself Arabic," though I never saw a single piece of evidence of it and still I followed him around like a puppy dog.
Perspective. High-five to my 19-year-old self for sticking with writing and ditching bad news.
The same story - this is the long one that will probably be impossible to place - was also rejected by the Southern Humanities Review. Two in one day! I feel triumphant? No joke.
Happy Halloween.
The Georgia review rejected the story I sent them.
Hayden's Ferry Review encouraged me to send more work.
Fraud syndrome is running rampant this week. The semester is eating me alive.
AGNI didn't want the story I sent them, but it's a long beast of a thing, so I know it'll be hard to place.
The Idaho Review and Black Warrior Review do not want the stories I sent them and Bob Dylan has a Nobel Prize in Literature.
I love it so much.
This week I got no's from Subtropics and Copper Nickel. The Subtropics note is a little oddly worded, in my opinion, saying that my story "isn't going to be a go" for them, but that informality made me think it was a personal note? It's probably not, but if that's their strategy, it worked!
However! I did get a note from Paul Lisicky (!!!) at StoryQuarterly that they were accepting my story, "Half Dollar," for publication in January/February. StoryQuarterly has such a rich history and I love its Illinois roots, and to receive a note from Paul Lisicky: all of this was pretty dreamy. I'm so happy someone liked what I think of as my take on a Shirley Jackson story.
Finally, I can share my cover for The Grip of It, out in August 2017 from Farrar, Straus & Giroux. Such a dream. I couldn't be happier with the cover and am so grateful to Alex Merto for the stellar design.
Nothing a Solo Cup can't fix.
I submitted a story to Ploughshares Solos because the story is long and they are open to that, but they politely declined.
Whoo! It's September and school is in session and journal readers are hard at work reading those summer submissions.
I've received four in the last week! Three were encouraging: A Public Space, The Laurel Review and Tupelo Quarterly. One seems like more a flat-out rejection from Mid-American Review.
Do I like kind encouragement more than acceptance? Possibly.
Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.
Noemi declined my poetry collection, and, with that, I believe I am hanging up my poetry hat for a while. I read through the collection again when the rejection came and had to admit the work seems weaker the longer I hold it in my hands. Maybe at some point I'll go back through a revise, but, for now, I have prose interests that feel more pressing. Goodbye, sweet poetry hopes. I never quite figured you out.
