06.04.2007
I heard back from Orson Scott Card's Intergalactic Medicine Show (IGMS) on Saturday. They said no after 92 days.
I was going to report this over the weekend but I was bartending both Friday and Saturday at Fish Bar in the big NYC and was fucking wiped all day on Sunday. In fact, it's Monday and I'm still fucking tired. And let me tell you this: People are fucking animals. You'd be amazed by the mess people can make.
Anyway. The rejection letter did add:
However, we would like to encourage you to send more of your work to us for consideration in the future.
Which is a really good sign. From what I've read - not knowing first hand, see - editors can say one of three things in their form rejects:
- Thank you for submitting. We didn't like the story. Your writing sucks and shows no potential. Please don't bother again.
- Thank you for submitting. We don't feel either way.
- Thank you for submitting. We don't want this piece but it's interesting. Please submit again.
Obviously, no one wants to get #1. It may even be thought that I'm exaggerating about it but I'm not. I haven't been sent any but I read other people's. It's harsh but, when you figure that an editor reads hundreds of stories a month, why encourage someone to send more if they obviously aren't want you want to publish?
I've gotten plenty of #2. So... whatever.
And this is only the second of #3 that I've gotten. Which is cool. Especially since it's from IGMS and they may serious dough. They want your first born in terms of rights but they pay well for it at least.
And that's the latest.