I’m jonesing–yes, jonesing–for an acceptance. For the last few months, it seems like I was getting an acceptance every other week or so, and it’s been 15 days since my last acceptance (a piece of flash non-fiction). True, it’s been only 3 days since a rejection, and really, I should be grateful for that, because it means that even if the journal didn’t like what I sent them, at least they read it. That should count for something, right?
Let’s be honest–the “hit” I want… is for someone to tell me they want to publish my book. And that it will be a great hit with the publishing world. That it will get a Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, a National Book Award, Georgia Book of the Year Award, and various other accolades that proves that all the time I spent working on it wasn’t time wasted. It’s hard waiting to hear back from book contests. I want to know NOW.
So while I’m waiting more or less reasonably patiently about the book, I feel like every journal I have stuff out at should just agree to publish my work to make my wait more tolerable. What do you think? Seems fair, right? 😉
And again, I hope your writing and publishing are going well. (I know we writers are all in this together.)