Noses to the grindstone, the editors of Crazyhorse were hard at work on Memorial Day while their peers were off enjoying baseball and barbecue. Shouldn't they have taken a day off as well?
If they had, I wouldn't have found "...We are sorry this particular manuscript (with emphasis on "this particular") was not selected for publication in Crazyhorse..." in my inbox and I could have had one more day to engage in blissful fantasy. After months of waiting, it came down to another rejection, but on a most upbeat note. That's more than can be said of Glimmer Train, whose editors were also hard at work on a holiday, sending off rejection letters.
Sometimes I get the feeling that literary journals put together a collection and then verify that all the content that they've selected is available. And they keep a second collection of second place finishers in reserve, to move up to the big leagues should a first round selection not pan out. Bad luck for me, to never have cleared that hurdle in a come-from-behind victory.
The editors must have found something worthwhile in the short story that I submitted. After all, they ..."hope (I) will send us another soon, though...". Will this morning be soon enough?
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