A poetry site rejected seven poems I submitted for consideration. The editor thanked me for submitting my work and remarked that “It was a pleasure to read. However, we regret to say that it doesn’t quite fit our daily menu.”
Ouch. Seven rejections with one salvo.
The submission guidelines encouraged poets to send “your best work” since publishing space was tight.
Rejected AND repudiated. I felt like the clay target at a skeet shooting competition.
I read the editor’s email while sitting in the parking garage at work. Great. The news didn’t make my evil, boring, one-hour commute home any better. That’s when the self-examination began.
I recalled the twenty-five rejections I received last year after submitting my novel to agents. That was different: only one work was rejected. The poetry editor stamped REJECT on seven works! That means seven ego-deflating and self-confidence bruising broadsides in one sitting. I…
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