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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

You Can't Always Get What You Give

I got a gracious note from our friend, Mr. J. Appel, who kindly promises to bequeath me his vast rejection collection some day. Betsy Lerner offered scotch; I like her style. But no gifts are necessary; there's reward enough in getting a crack at sending our guy over the wall. I also requested a report from the other side when the deed is done. Let's all say a collective prayer for Jacob Appel's short-story collection success. You got to give it away, mice, to see it come back. And if luck never goes your way, if you never get it back, at least you did a mitzvah for some good guy who deserves a publishing break as much as the next writer. Cheer him on!

7 comments:

YoungHundred said...

Good Luck Mr. Appel!

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Anonymous said...

We're parcing stupid form rejections while Appel is doing the real thing. I'm sure his collection will be a success. God knows he's worked hard enough for it.

Writer, Rejected said...

Yeah: parsing rejections. Life's a kick in the teeth. What can you do?

Anonymous said...

off topic, but the watermark swirl in your photo is kind of distracting...couldn't you rip off an image without being so obvious?

Writer, Rejected said...

Really? I thought it was visually kind of cool and also makes me seem vaguely dangerous.

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Anonymous said...

I still can't believe he doesn't have a story collection out. With his success in short story contests, I'm frankly surprised that he hasn't won one of the story collection contests. I know there are fewer of those than single story competitions, and it just goes to show how tricky this game is for everyone, but still. There should be a rule that once you publish stories in, like, 50 prestigious publications that you automatically get a story collection published.

Ah, entitlement. Where would my bitterness and delusions be without you?