You go away for a few days, you come back, and you expect some mail stuffed into the box. That's because you forgot to let the USPS know that you would be out of town for a few days. And then too, you were thinking that you'd like the mail waiting for you on Saturday afternoon when you returned. There'd be rejections in there, surely, and there's that need for closure when it comes to queries. Those submissions to literary journals were sent months ago, and it's past time for a response, unless there's to be a letter of acceptance, and who could wait until Monday for the postman to show up?
Magazines, catalogs, the usual. Some income tax information, forms from the bank, the mortgage interest, yes, all needed but not what you'd rush home for. Thumb through the letter-sized pile of stuff, searching for the label that you know so well, the stamp that you stuck on, squared with precision to the right hand corner.
And? One rejection from Tin House, 89 days after submitting, and they like to respond within 90 days. No surprise there, not from a top-end journal, so log it out and move along, searching for something more substantial. And what do you find? What else came while you were away?
Nothing. Not one SASE from the bunch of queries sent. Sweet Jesus, but I hate being ignored.
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