I just got the most wonderful rejection.
The editor said that my piece was a honeypot that wound up stabbing him. He compared it to an evil Bondgirl.
That is maybe the best rejection I’ve ever gotten.
Editors have no idea but I am entirely smitten when I’m told I’ve made someone blush or sqiurm.
If I’m going to be honest, I do still really enjoy being rejected for being too smutty. I love it when an editor says they love the writing but, there’s too much sex.
There are certain things I get dinged for when moving about in more literary circles especially (as I’m learning) in non fiction circles. I curse, I like subjects that other people aren’t super into without the caveat of something being a morality tale. I like talking about the hookers and dealers I’ve known. The drug addicts. The exuberant one night stands I’ve had. I like talking about my pussy. I like talking about other pussies.
I like talking about things that make a lot of Americans in particular uncomfortable. It’s not for effect really. It comes from my life. I’ve lived a life that has moved around the fringes. If guilt by association is true, then I am guilty of everything and yes I’m proud.
My thoughts are wandering.
I suppose the point is that I’m getting some really great rejections right now. Yes, a couple of them have been blows of a very sharp nature but, I have to keep going.
I take comfort in the fact that when I finally let go of my ideas about “normal” and “goodness” and realized that yes, I am a fucking freak. I’m a fruitcake. I’ve got lots of issues. I think about some really fucked up things and I write them down.
And it’s all fine.
I’m still trying to find my people in the literary world but I feel like I’m getting closer. I know that sometimes I write things that touch people in various ways and because I’m a selfish little bugger, I love that. I love that this thing that I do obsessively because it fulfills something inside my soul can reach out and touch another human.
So yes. I am on a rejection streak. Yes, I’m a little butthurt about it.
I feel good. I like what I’m writing. I like what I’m reading.
If every rejection calls what I write a honeypot I’ll be a happy girl.
Current writing stats-
9 Pieces of fiction are awaiting responses.
3 Pieces of non fiction awaiting response.
3 fiction rejections this month. Two with invitations to send other things along the line.
1 withdrawl by me due to publication not responding to several queries.
2 Submissions sent this month.
Current acceptance rate calculated by Duotrope- 32% for my chosen markets. Above average.
Tonight I need to finish two fiction pieces and one essay for The. Book.