![]() "Hey! I have something I wanted to show you." ![]() "Sure. What is it?" Grabs paper and reads it. ![]() "It's a rejection from Esquire. They invited me to submit more work. This is why I've been so crazy happy all week. " ![]() Strange look. And another strange look. "Which story was it?" ![]() Whilst pondering the succession of strange looks I say, "Adaptation. The one where the girl licks the lollipop." ![]() Another strange look. "Okay." And we part ways. Later, I realized I forgot a key bit of information. Esquire is a big, big writing credit. They publish fiction. Not porn but true and tried literary fiction. A lot of famous writers have gotten a start through esquire.
However, by neglecting to mention this, my roommate probably thought I was flaunting an almost sale of porn. Telling him it's the one where the girl licks the lollipop nothing to clear things up. Perhaps he even though lollipop was a euphemism. But the most important detail is that Esquire sent me a personal rejection. They asked for more work and gave me some guideline information should I ever submit anything ever again. Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! |
Mariel R. is an ESL teacher, horse trainer, writer, editor, sporadic blogger, and lover of beer. She lives in South Korea with two house cats, three horses, a German Shepherd and three barn cats . Bear (Gom in Korean) )
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