The Sorrows of Young Werewolf (eyeteeth) wrote,
The Sorrows of Young Werewolf
eyeteeth

There's a loupe in my eye

So I got another rejection slip. Blah blah blah. This time it is from Weird Tales for "There We Are" aka "the one with Maisie in it." Appended to the form rejection was this note:



--Which makes me want to yell, as I yelled at the hapless guy I fell in love with in college, when he told me frankly he was not attracted to me, "Why not?" After all, it's weird, it's a tale, it is well-written (says so right there, see?) -- if that's not what you're looking for, Weird Tales, what is, huh?

It does soften the blow to get a little personal note like this. But I did not trust the blow thus softened. I got the notion that perhaps this wasn't a personal note at all, but part of the standard form rejection, designed to appear personal. I turned the slip over and found no impressions under the words. Those fiends! Did they send this identical slip to everyone whose work they rejected? I rummaged in my desk drawer until I found my magnifying loupe, which I bought years ago for the purpose of telling the difference between italicized and unitalicized commas in page proofs. I stuck it in my eye and stared hard at that rejection slip. I stared and stared, my face an inch from the paper, until to my wondering eyes did appear the faintest groove, cut for the ink by the rolling ball of a ballpoint pen. Aha! They were not fiends; this was a personal note from Ann VanderMeer, fiction editor of Weird Tales.

Wait, still rejected. Those sons of bachelors! They just-friended me!
Tags: rejection, whyamiflailing, writing, zeppo and friends
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