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REJECTION!

Impossible as it may seem, as we enjoy the afterglow of birthing what we know to be a potential bestseller if not a modern classic, our work may be rejected. Yes, spurned by some blind-minded publisher who is obviously in the terminal phase of dementia.

We know that what we have written is damn good, probably brilliant. Family members and friends to whom we have entrusted reading a chapter or two are unequivocal in declaring — without having to read another word — that what we have done has left them speechless with wonder.

Yet some yahoo in a publisher’s kennel of mad dogs has irrevocably and forever blown our respect for his judgment by rejecting our manuscript. That editor has doomed himself to a lifetime of ridicule, becoming known throughout the publishing world as the idiot who rejected our work.

“Thank you for submitting this material to us. Unfortunately, it does not meet our needs at this time.…” The bastard doesn’t say what their needs are, or even what time it is. It’s a form letter, with the stamped signature carefully garbled.

Infuriating, yes. But we should try to find it in our heart to feel sorry for the cretin who rejected our manuscript. That reader may have been going through some personal crisis — terminal eczema, spousal infidelity, income tax audit — that temporarily deranged his judgment to the point of self-destructive lunacy.

Well, there are none so blind, etc. Let them wallow in their myopic editorial misjudgment. When you’re breaking new ground as a creative writer, sometimes you strike gold, other times, garbage. The main thing: keep shovelling, podner!