Wednesday, June 1, 2011

"I linger, desperate..."


This plea to publishers was apparently written by someone's great, great grandfather, dating back to the Civil War. Seems like dude never got published, but his rejections and manuscripts were unearthed in an attic somewhere and passed along to family members. I find the whole thing kind of depressing, especially this note from 1879, which has been typed up here for easier reading.

4 comments:

Native Ink said...

He really works that pity angle. It's funny that today no one would expect an editor to care. It's also funny that back then an acceptance could plausibly lift someone out of poverty.

Anonymous said...

so sad.....

Anonymous said...

Man. If the guy can write status queries like this, I'd love to see his manuscripts.

Z

Anonymous said...

I don't feel sorry for this guy at all. What the hell is he doing writing stories when his family and son are dying? Get a job buddy and take care of what's important!