Steve Laube, president and founder of The Steve Laube Agency, a veteran of the bookselling industry with 40 years of experience. View all posts by Steve Laube →
I watched and watched my inbox
and checked the thing three times a day
while time wailed in its cage of clocks,
and deep anxiety held sway.
Had the good news gone to spam?
Was the email address wrong?
Was fullsome praise too much to cram
and was the email just too long
for my server too pass on?
Maybe, perhaps, I ought to call
before the chance has come and gone…
but cellphone beeps and I’m in thrall,
’till I see the boilerplated shame
complete with ‘Dear (insert author’s name)’.
Karin Donaldson
The rejection letter photo was priceless. But the caption underneath made me shake my head in disbelief. This is a writer’s blog, the creator of which does not know the difference between lay and lie???
I just had to laugh when I saw this picture. Oh, how many times I can see myself slumping over a rejection letter. The key is not to wallow too long. Get us, brush yourself off, and press forward.
Oh, dear God, it leapt the gate,
and now the beast is on the loose!
What can we hope, what is our fate,
facing the Vanilla Moose?
Are they French vanilla beans,
or are they bland, from Walmart’s shelves?
Is this really what it seems,
and do we have to save ourselves
from the monster’s bugle call,
its antlers spread so very wide,
a fell harsh remnant of The Fall,
and should we now remain inside
until the dying glow of day
when the Moose buys a latte.
I’ll never forget receiving a rejection letter after several rewrites from a publication that is now defunct. After shedding tears, I stuck the manuscript in an envelope thinking maybe God had something better in mind. So, I mailed it to Focus on the Family. When the editor called to say they were buying it, upon hearing my glee-filled exclamations, he informed me that they only bought 1 percent of articles submitted to them. What a lesson.
Andrew Budek-Schmeisser
I watched and watched my inbox
and checked the thing three times a day
while time wailed in its cage of clocks,
and deep anxiety held sway.
Had the good news gone to spam?
Was the email address wrong?
Was fullsome praise too much to cram
and was the email just too long
for my server too pass on?
Maybe, perhaps, I ought to call
before the chance has come and gone…
but cellphone beeps and I’m in thrall,
’till I see the boilerplated shame
complete with ‘Dear (insert author’s name)’.
Karin Donaldson
The rejection letter photo was priceless. But the caption underneath made me shake my head in disbelief. This is a writer’s blog, the creator of which does not know the difference between lay and lie???
Loretta Eidson
I just had to laugh when I saw this picture. Oh, how many times I can see myself slumping over a rejection letter. The key is not to wallow too long. Get us, brush yourself off, and press forward.
Terri Gillespie
Except mine is vanilla moose tracks.
Andrew Budek-Schmeisser
Oh, dear God, it leapt the gate,
and now the beast is on the loose!
What can we hope, what is our fate,
facing the Vanilla Moose?
Are they French vanilla beans,
or are they bland, from Walmart’s shelves?
Is this really what it seems,
and do we have to save ourselves
from the monster’s bugle call,
its antlers spread so very wide,
a fell harsh remnant of The Fall,
and should we now remain inside
until the dying glow of day
when the Moose buys a latte.
Patti Townley-Covert
I’ll never forget receiving a rejection letter after several rewrites from a publication that is now defunct. After shedding tears, I stuck the manuscript in an envelope thinking maybe God had something better in mind. So, I mailed it to Focus on the Family. When the editor called to say they were buying it, upon hearing my glee-filled exclamations, he informed me that they only bought 1 percent of articles submitted to them. What a lesson.
Chris Hennessy
Haha, a fine FriYay morning laugh, thanks.
When rejection letters are a blessing.
When they say, “No thanks, we’ll pass on your book.”
When rejection letters fuel the fire!
Jenny Fratzke
This is precious. I thought the elephant was praying.
Pearl Fredericksen
Sorry, I’m a picky reader/English teacher. Lay what? An egg? It should be ‘Let me lie here’, no?
Steve Laube
As Jane picked up too, this could be why the little fella was rejected! Grammar matters!
Jane Duquette
“Lay here?” Could that be why, silly elephant ?
Marlene Anderson
Too funny! However, I think too many of us have our heads in the sand!
georgia francis
Oh, Steve, this photo is priceless!