kung fu grippe


  1. Alternatively.

    You guys want an honest letter for a rejected submission?

    You bet:

    Hi,

    We didn’t ask for this, and it’s not good. We don’t want to publish it. Stop sending things. Seriously.

    Us.

    Or, of course, you could do what Exquisite Corpse used to do: post a list of the names of every submitter who should a) try again later or b) never ever send anything again. Talk about honest.1

    No, it’s not nice. But it is honest. And personal. Ish.

    I mean do you guys respond to every piece of unrequested information you’ve ever received with a personal note? Newsletters, ads, and spam, too? Really, you don’t? Wow. Callous. Poor caddying.

    Seriously, I don’t understand writers who get all butt-hurt about rejections. It’s like yelling at rain or gravity. It just is.

    It’s not your fucking allowance, guys. It’s business. Keep writing, keep submitting, paper your walls, and cowboy up forever. The only person who owes you anything is you. Maybe. If you’re lucky.


    1. Exquisite Corpse. Addendum (2009-10-29 05:35:13 -0700). Google reminds me that Exquisite Corpse’s infamous rejection feature was called, “The Body Bag.” Dark horse, that Andrei Codrescu