I Have Become Accustomed To Rejection

Outstanding submissions: 19

Rejections: 512,342 x 10

First I received a form rejection from pax americana. This wouldn’t really be noteworthy save that it was a rejection for a story I had withdrawn a couple months ago. I responded before thinking it through and told them that. I know why this story was rejected. It was completely inappropriate. I’ve read the magazine and enjoy it and next time, I won’t send them something ridiculous. I’m a bad writer. I deserve to be rejected for a withdrawn story.

Then I was rejected from the Juked 2009 Fiction and Poetry competitions. Juked eludes me. It makes me sad. I must try harder.

I don’t have anything witty to say. I know I’m very blessed as a writer but I will say that this current stream of rejection is getting pretty darn old. Universe, bring me an acceptance and make it fabulous.

I did see 2012 this weekend and I loved it. It was an absurd spectacle and a vulgar display of CGI abuse but unlike most disaster movies, 2012 was fairly well-acted. Like many big movies, it was 25 minutes too long. Still, I really enjoyed the movie and cannot wait to see it again. What I particularly appreciated was how completely shameless the movie was as it played to the various tropes inherent to this kind of movie.

For those of you who have seen the movie, when did Danny Glover develop a lisp?

I also think its pretty hilarious that in many disaster movies, the president is black. Deep Impact=Morgan Freeman. I am forgetting the others.

And now, with a real black president, everything is all better.  (If I had a dollar for every time I heard this sentiment, I could retire before the age of forty.)