First Cycle of Fall Rejections Is Here

There’s a cycle in the pattern of sending out and getting word back —  about manuscript submissions, that is.

First there’s summer, where all magazine editors in their right minds take a break from reading slush piles.  (Only a handful of  —  oh, let’s go ahead and make it a dozen —   literary journals actually read year-round:  you can just take self’s word for it, as she is a very assiduous researcher!)

Then, the journals start opening up to submissions again, round about early September.  The more famous the journal, the later in the year they will open up to submissions.  Some journals begin reading slush piles again on Sept. 1, others on Sept. 15, and the truly well-known ones don’t want to hear from you until Oct. 15, preferably later.

Self got her first rejection (after many many weeks of silence, during which she managed to convince herself that her work was being very seriously read and contemplated) on Saturday.  It was a small literary journal, to which she had sent out a daring piece of speculative fiction.  Self actually thought this piece was brilliant.  After she got the form rejection, she said to herself:  How, how could you ever have thought this piece was brilliant?

Today, self got an e-mailed generic rejection from One Story.  This is about her sixth or seventh rejection.  To further augment her humiliation, she actually took out a subscription, last year.  Just so the editors would know she’s not one of those writers who submit to magazines without knowing what kind of stuff they like.

There is one thing very wrong about on-line submissions.  There, on full display, are all your previous submissions, with the damning evidence that, you shmuck, you can’t ever take NO for an answer!  Seven rejections!  Isn’t that enough for you?

After reading her e-mail, self went to check her mailbox.  Oooh, more rejections!  Self knows, even without opening the mail, for she recognizes her own SASEs.  From time to time, she’ll change the font of her name/address, just for fun.  A few months ago, she was using Courier.  She knows because the self-addressed envelopes she sees in the mail today are in Courier (A month or so ago, she switched to Times Roman).  So, expect those SASEs will be coming thick and fast now.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

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