Still on the subject of forces that are out to get me, I failed, in my earlier post, to mention my good luck in my first publication in The Rambler, and my even better luck to be accepted again by The Rambler. But “they” , the forces of evil, woke up from their nap. A week after my acceptance, I got an email stating the magazine will go on hiatus … for one year!!! The last print was to be the one before my essay. They welcomed me to submit it elsewhere and if I don’t they will when they are up and running again. I am sad for more than the obvious. I’m dejected because I feel they are the only literary magazine out there that “gets” me. In defense of all the other magazines out there, I should mention I’ve only submitted to one other, and I haven’t received a rejection from them yet.
So this will force me to venture into the scary world of magazine dating again, finding the right chemistry, accepting when it just doesn’t click, and waiting by the phone/computer for that call or email that will either make my day or send me to the dark corner of dread.
I invite you all to share your stories of woe. Is there a “they” in your life? Did something happen that set you back? If so, do tell. Misery loves company.
Meanwhile, stay tuned for tomorrow’s post titled How I almost died today.