I'm Alright With You

There's lots of juicy stuff going on in the lit world. Over at Ed Lin's blog he talks about representation, as it relates to his work.

Apparently the VQR aired their slush pile reader's comments. I'm sure that it seemed like a funny idea, and believe me, I've erred on the wrong side in favor of humor before, but that was just tacky and unkind. Well, the Ward Sixers let 'em have it. Loads of comments.

And I'd like to point out that the James in the comments section is not my husband. Not that anyone was wondering, but sometimes he posts comments and it could be confusing. I thought he had posted at first but quickly realized it was not him because he's not getting an MFA and he's not an immigrant's son (part of his family has been in America since New York was New Amsterdam, but for some reason they decided to make New Jersey their home. Go figure.)

In my own news, I was finally rejected by the agent. I don't mind the rejection so much as how long it took to receive it. I've been too busy to do anything writerly for a month or more, but I did manage to e-mail a small publisher to find out their submission guidelines and I received a nice little e-mail where they actually apologized for taking a few days to respond to me.

Hey, courtesy in the publishing industry! Who would have even imagined it was possible.

My last class for the semester is over on Monday. I'm celebrating by seeing No Age on Tuesday. Then I think I will get back to writing. I do start a new class the next week, but it's just one class plus work instead of three classes plus work. I can surely squeeze a few hours of writing in there. Everyone says that persistence is the key to getting published, and a friend of mine says that you shouldn't emphasize publishing over the act of writing and what you gain from that as a person, so I think I will take both pieces of advice. Keep writing, keep submitting, but also enjoy the process and learn from it.