Rejection number 99 was yet another form letter, this time for “Queen Meabh.”
“Thank you for the opportunity to read “Queen Meabh.” Unfortunately, your story isn’t quite what we’re looking for right now. In the past, we’ve provided detailed feedback on our rejections, but I’m afraid that due to time considerations, we’re no longer able to offer that service. I appreciate your interest in xxxx and hope that you’ll keep us in mind in the future.”
Annie and the queen are only on rejection number two, so I’m not worried. Much. Now it all comes down to who will snag the magic number 100 for me.
99 down, 1 to go.
Don’t touch that dial. (Like this post if you know what that phrase means…)
I’ve accumulated 90 rejections for my short stories over the past 3 years and change. A few wins too–6 to be exact–on a total of 16 stories put out there. My record is 12 rejections for one story (“The Cavalryman’s Saber”), but the good news is that it was accepted for publication this fall.
So I’ll be counting down the rejection notices over the next couple of month from #91 through lucky #100. Yes it’s a little morbid, but hey it’s a coping mechanism. I think. Stay tuned.
PS–Maybe I’ll get a win in the mix.