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matociquala: Dear Author:
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matociquala: Thank you for sending us "My Bestest Story," but I'm afraid it's not very good.
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matociquala: We wish you luck in placing it elsewhere.
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matociquala: Sincerely, Elizabeth Bear.
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matociquala: We should do a blog thing on Honest Rejection Letters.
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cristalia: heee.
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cristalia: We should.
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matociquala: lemme reject this and we will. *g*
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cristalia: Dear Author: condolences on getting stuck in that paper bag. I wish you luck in writing your way out within the year.
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hawkwing_lb: hee
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matociquala: LOL
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matociquala: Dear Author:
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matociquala: You write reasonably pretty, but this is dull as stink.
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hawkwing_lb: ...should you ever have occasion to reject anything of mine, Leah, please, send me that rejection.
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matociquala: Dear Author: The human body does not do that.
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cristalia: Dear Author: Please to write with both hands on the keyboard. I see that one creeping down to your waistband.
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cristalia: No, I am utterly serious about this.
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cristalia: Love, Editor.
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matociquala: eeeeee
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hawkwing_lb: :)
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hawkwing_lb: ick.
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cristalia: Dear Author: I watched the Twilight Zone once too.
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matociquala: Dear Author: That word does not mean what you think it means.
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matociquala: Love, Bear
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cristalia: heeeee.
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cristalia: That is for the heroine guy. *g*
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matociquala: Dear Author: Your participles are dangling. Please tuck in. Love, Bear.
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cristalia: LOL
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hawkwing_lb: hee
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cristalia: Dear Author: When your writers group says they want more exposition about how this works, they lied.
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matociquala: Leah, in a curious coincidence, winamp gives me the velvet underground, Heroin
[15:21]
cristalia: ...it was totally eavesdropping.
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matociquala: Dear Author: All your characters are assholes. Also, I am, pretty sure the vampire is going to eat the serial killer at the end. Love, Bear
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cristalia: heeee
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cristalia: Dear Author: I rejected this after one sentence. It was all I needed. Hang your head.
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cristalia: And best of luck with the piece elsewhere! Love, Leah.
[15:23]
matociquala: Dear Author: No. Love, Bear
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tanaise: Dear Author: I didn't even need to read your story to know it was bad. Love, Me.
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matociquala: Dear Author: Not just no, but hell no. Love, Bear
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cristalia: Dear Author: Considering the list of markets that have taken your fiction, I am afraid that reading this attachment will give me some sort of genital herpes. Thank you, Leah.
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matociquala: ow.
[15:24]
matociquala: you just made me snarf Dogfish Head Raison D'etre.
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cristalia: My genital health is important to me.
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cristalia: heee sorry.
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matociquala: That is some kind of sin.
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matociquala: *g*
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matociquala: At least I didn't soak the laptop.
[15:25]
matociquala: (that sounds dirty)
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matociquala: Dear Author: Three pages of italics is too much.
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matociquala: Love, Bear
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katallen: (one day the serial killer will eat the vampire)
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katallen: (what an amazing twist that would be!)
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hawkwing_lb: (serial vampire killers?)
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hawkwing_lb: (oh wait, we have those already)
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cristalia: Dear Author: I do not need to be educated on your politics. I imagine if you speak like this to your children, they will grow into serial killer vampires and eat you. Love, Leah.
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katallen: ::grins::
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hawkwing_lb: hee
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matociquala: Dear Author, I have been rejecting you since 2001, and I'm not seeing any signs of improvement. Please take up knitting.
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matociquala: Love, Bear
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matociquala: Dear Author, This one was better!
[15:28]
matociquala: No, really!
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matociquala: Please keep trying.
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matociquala: Love, and I mean it, Bear
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tanaise: Dear Author: Best yet! But still not saying much.
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cristalia: Dear Author: Pleasepleasepleaseplease stop doing that one little thing so I can give you money already.
[15:28]
cristalia: I have been trying to give you money for years now.
[15:28]
matociquala: LOL
[15:28]
cristalia: Please.
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cristalia: Love, Leah.
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matociquala: Oh god.
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matociquala: Yeah, I have a couple of those.
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cristalia: It is with the gnashing of teeth.
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matociquala: Dear Author: Fix this, and I will buy your story.
[15:29]
matociquala: Now go have a nervous breakdown in your blog.
[15:29]
matociquala: And put Xs in my name so I can't ego-google it.
[15:29]
matociquala: You think.
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matociquala: Love, Bear
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katallen: o.o
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matociquala: Professionalism is dead.
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matociquala: Dear Author: I feel sorry for your spouse. Love, Bear
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matociquala: Dear Author, when they said "confessional literature," they were not talking about confessing to mass murder. Love, Bear.
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cristalia: *g*
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katallen: heee
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matociquala: P.S. I have a restraining order.
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cristalia: Dear Author: I'm sure if you found some undergrads they'd think you were very literary.
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hawkwing_lb: *protests on behalf of discriminating undergrads everywhere*
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tanaise: Also, I think we forgot "Perhaps therapy might be more useful than another story about how damaged your family is/made you."
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matociquala: Celia, and "Dear Author, honestly, all I want is a story that is interesting all the way through. Honest."
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Comments
(The story was "Lobsters".)
My favorite rejection letter so far was one on a piece I sent in under a pseud. The rejection accused me of writing "bad My-Real-Name pastiche."
Best part: I had put my real name on the ms., in the upper RH corner, like usual. Only the byline had the pseud.
*dies*
On the other hand, I'm suddenly dreadfully afraid that you might one day actually read something I wrote and have something along these lines to say about it :-D
Thanks so much for sharing with us the most profoundly inappropriate example of electronic flatulence we have ever observed. This piece is so far from acceptable, that the light from acceptable will not arrive for 2 million years.
have a nice day
I think I'm okay with having to interpret the politically polite phrases used in rejection letters into self-encouraging delusions rather than brutal honesty. :p
The California Quarterly is the lit magazine of the University of California at Davis, which is a tax-supported school. The writer was a California resident who, after receiving the rejection, called his state senator, and the senator actually came onto campus to ream the editorial board.
My mother told me that if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.
and so, without further ado:
Love, Me
I know that you've had success placing your work with several major publications, and have even been nominated for numerous awards, but I can honestly say that neither I nor any of the people I know actually care for your pretentious literary wanking--including this. The fact that you're also a slush reader with delusions of grandeur makes me want to cry. Pass.
No love,
Me.
Alas, I too still get ten rejections for every sale.
It's the job.
But then, a form letter does leave out the hope that perhaps they didn't read the book and that they have you mixed up with someone else. Something this personal ... well... you know you done suck!
Dear author,
Enclosed please find my eyes. I won't be needing them anymore.
Love,
Me
It's only artful when Neil Gaiman does that.
Love,
Me
I mean, if you're submitting to a magazine named after giant Japanese monsters, you damn well better have a healthy sense of humor.
Now she has gone for her asthma inhaler.
I once had a conversation with several friends about editing a non-fiction book in which we would ask writers to talk about the importance of rejection. We thought we would title it Thank You For Your Thing.
Should we succeed in marketing this travesty, I can assure you that we will apply to you for an essay. Also, of course, Panjianlien, solely on the basis of the story above.
Hello!
Dear author,
Here is the bill for the therapy I required after reading your manuscript.
No love,
Me
That was a close call for my keyboard on that one!
Dear Author,
The only plot in this story is the one against the audience.
No love,
Me
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Dear Author,
If your characters were any more wooden, they would be sequoias.
No love,
Me
You have an impressive list of publishing credits, and I'm sure I'd like your stories very much if I read them. However, if you'd like to improve your chances of being read, you may want to consider not sending a nude photo of yourself along with your manuscripts.
From a respectful distance,
Me
(For what it's worth, this guy didn't get a response at all--I took the safe route and "lost" his submissions.)
e.
Congratulations on your over 5,000 publishing credits to a variety of markets, even though I haven't heard of a single blessed one of them. (Please note that I myself am a semi-pro short fiction writer whose promiscuous submission habits have netted me rejection letters from damn near every market on Ralan's pro and paying pages.) And thank you for taking the time to exhaustively list all of them in your cover letter; I'm sure that took a lot of effort.
I'm curious; of the 5,000 stories you've had published, do any of them not suck? If so, please consider submitting one of them next time.
Best wishes,
-- Me
SLam. *g*