A good two months late with their rejection, Willow Springs finally passed on my poems. Alas, alack. Etc. Etc. The tiny, speckish little part of me that read the delay as a good sign wants to get drunk and forget the humiliation. They were nice enough to point out they have a new address for future reference. Please make a note of it.
i'm so sorry...rejection sucks. their loss. very fine blog you have here by the way.
ReplyDeleteThose poems have been freed from their hostage situation - now get them back out into the world!
ReplyDelete2 form rejections for me yesterday as well. Never fun.
I always think drinking is a good response.
ReplyDeleteIf I got drunk every time I got a rejection slip, I'd be in rehab by the time an acceptance arrived.
ReplyDeleteWell put everyone. I'll drink to your wisdom.
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