Rejections: 1, form.
The Virgina Quarterly Review likes to make wishes. They “wish we could respond more personally to your submission, but the number of manuscripts we receive makes this impossible. Please know, however, that we’ve read your work and appreciate your interest in our journal.”
It is nice to be appreciated. I appreciate appreciation. I wish VQR appreciated me enough to publish my writing. I wish writers didn’t send me angry e-mails for responding to their submission within 48 hours. I wish search committees were more forthcoming with information about the job search process. I wish I knew where I was going to be living in seven months. I wish I may, I wish I might.
The 90210 episode where Brenda goes on a date and falls for Dylan is playing. It’s such a fantastic episode–90s music, 90s fashion, earnest Brenda, bad boy Dylan.
Are you tired of all the year-end and decade-end lists? I am, I admit. I am weary of this compulsion to quantify the best of all things over a given period of time. And yet, I’m sure in the next two weeks, I will do some kind of compilation–I’m thinking the best stuff I’ve read online this year.
How do I explain how much snow has fallen in the past week?
Is there anything fun to do in Philadelphia? Should I ring the Liberty Bell? I haven’t bought my plane ticket yet. The price of plane tickets is alarming.Â Brenda and Dylan are making it on the couch in her living room where anyone could walk in. Now Mr. Walsh is home and yelling at Brenda for dating a loser like hot, rich Dylan. I could handle a loser like Dylan.
One of the most charming things about 90210 was that there was a moral to every story. The show was full of soapy drama but particularly in the early years, there was a charm to the show and its desire to aim for some greater good.
Crystal Chappell, the soap opera actress, is always working. Guiding Light gets canceled? No problem. She’s back on Days. I think that’s so awesome. I don’t watch Days anymore so I need to know–when did Stefano rise from the dead, yet again?
I have nothing important to say today. I am reluctant to send work out. I am doubting everything I have in the queue. I need to slap myself in the face and get over that now that the semester is over and I have some free time with which I can write, revise, submit, wait, and then blog about rejection.
I have a story up at LitSnack.
I watched The Jacksons: A Family Dynasty. It was sad.
This little thing at Big Other is so fun and Tim Jones Yelvington is a man after my own heart. Long live One Tree Hill!