Since a week or two ago, my mood and even personality have taken somewhat of a 180 degree turn for the positive ("somewhat of a 180 degree turn" is probably oxymoronic). Anyway, one of the many new things I've been doing is sending off the vast cache of humorous vignettes I have accumulated over the years to McSweeney's Internet Tendency. I have only submitted one thing in the past, because it got spontaneously passed around campus a bit and I received more than one unsolicited compliment. But it was rejected. I never submitted anything before that, or after, or to any other internet or print journal because of classic fear of rejection. But now with my new attitude I've taken to heart all the stories I've heard (F. Scott Fitzgerald springs to mind, but there are perhaps literally millions of examples) of being able to wallpaper a room with rejection letters before finding success. Of course now these things are done via e-mail, so the wallpaper thing is right out. But I've decided that when I have one piece rejected by McSweeney's, I'll promptly send off another. Seriously, I've got a minimum of twenty in store. I haven't counted yet. Anyway, this makes the following Onion story muy appropos:
McSweeney's Rejects Mike Mussina's Seventh Consecutive Submission | The Onion - America's Finest News
Thursday, September 18, 2008
The newly found wherewithal to try and fail.
Labels:
F. Scott Fitzgerald,
McSweeney's,
The Onion,
The Writing Game
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