Passing
Receive unexpected email from editor--have not mentioned it here, but sent her newest draft several months ago and since didn't hear back, somehow had fixed in head that would hear back at some future date, i.e. never today, but maybe tomorrow. So when see email pop up on screen, feel that have taken time machine to tomorrow. Click on message. Have salty taste in mouth. The Editor writes (more or less) that she is sorry, but she has to Pass. (Suffer moment of confusion as to what the passing refers to--brain only suggests unhelpfully, pass the salt! pass gas! pass out!) She is sure that book will find a home. Wish shared her confidence.
posted by thirty-year-old secretary at 4:41 PM
5 Comments:
What? Fritz, give her the address to your blog.............
I hate that expression, "I'll pass". It's so passive and jell-o like. I wish she would give a real opinion on the chances of getting the book published. "It will find a home somewhere"... another jell-o expression from the world of editorspeak. We know you're a great writer Fritz! Screw them!
Bad news. I'm sorry.
You are all too kind. I wasn't fishing for sympathy--or not consciously anyway--but thanks for giving it!
Rejection is protection, right?
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