Celebrate rejection, right? It means we’re trying.
TRYING, not crying.
No, really, it was actually a positive rejection (writer friends, you know what I mean). The magazine had rejected one of my two poems right away, but the other one they held onto…for 6 months. As a poetry editor, I know that sometimes means a series of editors are taking a closer look and seriously considering it for publication. AND this is a notoriously difficult magazine to get into. All my fingers were crossed.
When the rejection finally came, it was polite and encouraging–and different than the other one I had received. That means it had been personalized. It invited me to submit more work.
Not exactly a handwritten note extolling my virtues, but hey, that is a step in the right direction!
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