Writing Wrongs

April 04, 2006

Yesterday, I walked out to the mailbox and discovered a SASE. This wouldnít be such an odd occurrence except for the fact I have zero submissions out there right now. Nada. Zilch. Iíd closed out my submission spreadsheet for the time being.

And having had submissions out there for I donít know how many years, itís really hard to describe the relief I now have walking to the mailbox. No matter whatís in there, I know I wonít find a SASE.

Well, I was wrong.

And for the life of me, I couldnít figure out where it came from, other than NYC. Oh, sure, I couldíve have opened it up right away, but it was kind of fun to speculate. Was it some ancient article submission Iíd written off as rejected? Some bizarre practical joke that didnít quite make its April first deadline? Well, there was one way to find out.

So I opened the letter. It began:

Dear Author:

Uh, oh. At least they didnít address it: Dear Wannabe. Whatever it was, it was a sure thing it was a rejection. Right?

I was wrong.

No, it was a request. A form letter request, but a request nevertheless. For what? Well, for that contest ďrequestĒ I blogged about here.

The infamous XYZ Pubs--four months to the day after I sent off the query--sent back a request for the full. I wasnít hiding the rejection from anyone; it simply didnít exist and since the three month mark had passed, Iíd written them off--and completely out of my mind, as you can see.

So the manuscript that would not die goes once more into the breach. Iím still not sure itís the right kind of story for them, but hey, theyíre the ones making that decision, not me. The second to the last agent to review it said that the war portions of the story overshadowed the love story. The last agent to look at it said that while it wasnít something she was looking to take on, it was definitely ready for prime time.

Weíll see. Iím not expecting much. But then again, Iíve been wrong before.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 9:22 a.m.