They’ve been piling up. Two more, and I’ll be at 200 rejections in just under a year. I’ve got more good news in the next post, though, so I’m going to get these out of the way.
The editor at Dirty Noir sent me the most congenial rejection I’ve ever received, three paragraphs long. The next thing to being accepted, really. He encouraged me send again, and I already have.
(I should note that I once received a rejection from Flywheel that was just as congenial, actually; David James Keaton, the editor, said he was arguing on the phone with a co-editor about the piece. That’s not only congenial, it’s downright heart-cockle-warming.)
Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show thanks me &c.
Onirismes studied my story, then sent me a rejection with someone else’s name attached. I will say that when I notified them of this, they acknowledged the mistake. Though they didn’t take the story.
Clarkesworld thanks me, but &c.
Smokelong hopes I find a better fit elsewhere.
Not One Of Us wins the brevity prize – one line that they won’t be using this story.