The art of rejection
I have fallen crazy mad nutty in love with The Rejectionist, a blog which I gather is written by a literary agent’s brilliant, snarky assistant. Even though this agency seems to handle mostly fiction, which I do not write, I’m still loving the dark and tangy insight into the part of the publishing industry I never get to see. My own agent, much as I like her, would never say these things. I’m filled with the utmost of glee every time a new post appears.
Recently, the genius behind the blog asked her readers to compete in writing the best “sorry, our agency will not be representing you” rejection letter. The results made me laugh so hard, I was afraid I’d have a childish accident. Go. Read. Enjoy. And remember, don’t fuck with the assistant.
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ok, i checked it out… and dude, i think this site is toxic. yes, the rejection letters were hilarious (i loved the supershort one about how your writing shines so brightly, we are BLIND to its potential) but how can you not want to kill yourself after reading a few screens of it? maybe i’m blind (to its potential!) because i just finished Shiver and thought it was fabulous and thought the blogger’s critique was WAY off base (and was lumping the book in completely wrongly with Twilight out of hatred and fury at Twilight)…but i think it’s more than that. gee, the venting of someone who hates her job and gots to snark snark snark? i can get that on the well. i can DO that on the well. it’s hard enough to be a writer these days – i don’t need to immerse myself in the snotty suck of strangers.
I think maybe I am just more bitter than you! Ok, bitter isn’t the right word, maybe “dark” is more accurate. But I can see where it’s not for everyone. Let a thousand websites bloom, etc. etc.
And I confess I didn’t read all the contest entries, only the winners.
i didn’t read all the entries either. i meant the blog itself. i read back a couple of screens and it just seems so sour and meanspirited.
or maybe i am just a DELICATE LITTLE FUCKING FLOWER.
I’m both admiring and green with envy at the winning entry. Pure poetry.