Oct 08, 2007 14:07
"our" zine totally has a "Stalker". Basically, she's a writer who has taken the American Persistance Narrative("just keep plugging, sweetie. You'll get it.") to mean sending us scads of...I'm presuming, submissions unseen by human eyes,let alone beta-read, and waiting expectantly like "Now?(pause) How about now?".
Sometimes I think taking "No," for an answer has a bad rap, culturally.
And by that, I don't mean she should give up writing...I only wish I had her plot machine. Seriously. She appears to be brimming over with ideas all the time in a way that I'm not, but she has no idea about presenting them at all. So, it's more of a "Not Yet," for an answer, unless she does it every month for a year and I dread her name so much that I become unfair and reject her out of hand. But she is wasting her time and mine attempting to outfox our rejection time and again. I wish I could tell her that. "Babe, you're not ready. Don't send anything out till you have a writing mentor for six months, and she loves something you do." I know from experience she must think "Ok, so long prose got rejected...short poetry next time!"
Her optimism,especially the misplaced part, makes me sad. Because I get the thinking, yeah, if your three-layer cake doesn't turn out, it makes sense to scale down to brownies, but neither one will work without eggs and oil. You just get glop.
I have a rule that I only send to the same pub three times. Is that going too far in the other direction?
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