Got another rejection notice for a piece I had submitted today. (It was electronic, else I would have posted a picture, like last time.) I was expecting it actually. When you don’t get a response for five months, you tend to start thinking on the negative side. Or at least I do.
It stings but I’ve served co-editor on a few lit journals, both in high school & in college. I know that the selection process is not always a pure one. There are pieces you accept to pad the issue, just as there are things that you reject because, while they are good, they just don’t fit. I’d like to think my notice is the latter. Because when I allow myself to mope & take the rejection personally, I have to remind myself that I do have friends that would tell me to my face if my writing sucked serious ones.
Anyway, whoever dares, wins, right?