Wow, this blog is suffering from a horrible neglect. Time to infuse some new life into this thing. I’ve got a few ideas. Some may stick…stay tuned.
Meanwhile—a few lingering pet peeves from the writing world:
The journal that pocketed my reading fee (a probably those of many others) and “disappeared”, well before it ever got close to reading my work. You did me wrong. What’s that? It was just a few bucks you say? Oh, right. You know what? That’s bully logic. Like—It’s just your lunch money, Joe, get over it. OK then. I’m done with it. But you’ve got a karma target on your back, southern-tier reconstituted journal. It’s out of my hands.
The editor that rejected my story because of a word. Yes, one lousy word. My message to that editor: hang in there. News travels slow where you live, in the center of the country. The concept of a rewrite request will reach you soon.
Journals (more than one) that demanded name, address, phone, and email, yet never bothered to contact me regarding my submission. Hey—I respected your guidelines. In return, can you respect common decency? I don’t care how you do it…I’ve gotten form rejection letters, form rejection emails, form rejection postcards. But they had something in common, right? A FORM. A response that took the shape of something. Sure, I know you’re busy. Volunteer student staffers wading through a giant slushpile. So just what are you teaching those students anyway?