I received a rejection yesterday, Christmas Day. It was kind and encouraging, but magic-reducing. Ouch.
I received an acceptance this morning. Much nicer, Universe, thanks.
I just went downstairs to make myself a cup of tea, and saw an inexplicable group of small white feathers, approximately ten, fall past my garden window. I'm confounded. The sighting makes me feel expectant, hopeful.
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I got a rejection last Christmas day--thing is, you get email from an ed on xmas, you sort of get super high hopes, like it was on purpose.
ReplyDeletecongrats on the acceptance and the feathers.
Congrats on the acceptance!
ReplyDeleteI was curious this morning and went on Duotrope to see how many journals sent out Christmas rejections. I counted at least six different journals. That's bad.
Thanks, Laura and Ravi.
ReplyDeleteLaura, you are so right. I saw the email (fool, I shouldn't have checked) and my heart gave a little jump, thinking it was a gift of yes from the editor to me ...
Congrats on the acceptance. :) I like your blog's new look.
ReplyDeleteMaybe rejections could wait until January 3rd?! Ouch. Maybe those tired editors only had time to dash it off on xmas?!...I almost resisted checking email for that same reason, but who can resist?!
ReplyDeleteSaw a vulture feather, 12" on the trail by our house the other morning, and had just the day before read from Shakti Woman (Vicki Noble) that cool passage on migratory patterns, and the possible emanations off fallen feathers, etc, other clues, that signal to the rest where they've been.
Noble's point there was to consider the message (to us) from the animal that dropped it in our vicinity. Though I think I might like the metaphors to be found in white feathers (like yours), over the vulture one (like mine)...but, I'm sure there's a poem or something under the surface. Back to work! Happy New Year!
Congratulations on the acceptance, Ethel. I've never received a rejection on Christmas Day. I guess that's something to look forward to? :)
ReplyDeleteFeather blizzard! (In defense of the editor: perhaps Christmas is a day when s/he can actually catch up on outstanding work? In defense of you: I bet that editor feels like a jerk.)
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