About nine months ago, I submitted a batch of poems to the online publication The Christian Century. This morning, I opened an e-mail on one of my work accounts (one that I would never use for submissions), and there was my "thanks, but you suck" response from the editor. Frankly, I'd written that magazine off about, oh, six months ago. So today's surprise rejection was just a reminder of how much of a failure I am. Hey, I shouldn't expect anything better on a Monday.
I think this calls for a Carol dip. My question was prompted by my unpleasant message from The Christian Century:
Will I ever get another poem published?
And the answer from Charles Dickens and A Christmas Carol is:
...Here, again, were shadows on the window-blind of guests assembling; and there a group of handsome girls, all hooded and fur-booted, and all chattering at once, tripped lightly off to some near neighbour's house; where, woe upon the single man who saw them enter--artful witches; well they knew it--in a glow!
I have no idea what the hell that means. The passage comes right after Scrooge's visit with the Ghost of Christmas Present to the Cratchit household. Therefore, I believe it's supposed to describe a happy moment. It does have the "glow" of yuletide revelry. I guess I'm going to take Dickens' handsome girls and artful witches as a positive sign. Some editor(s) out there will fall under the spell of my art. I will publish poetry this year.
Now, if Saint Marty can just avoid any more nasty electronic surprises, he may be able to salvage the rest of this day.
|Trying to avoid shit like this for the rest of the day|