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Hard rain and rejection

Hoppsy has developed a fear rain. Not drizzle, but the cats and dogs, torrential kind. This is not a good thing for a dog who lives in a rainforest. She's always hated thunderstorms. Thunderstorms are most often accompanied by downpours, so now, she hates downpours by association. It's not so irrational when you think about it, from her perspective, through her ears. It makes perfect sense. So this afternoon, having run out of herbal calming capsules, we have resorted to half a doggie Valium, just to take the edge off. Poor baby.

I received another rejection note today. This one came via email. They're all so damn polite. We appreciate the opportunity to read your story. We have decided, however, that it does not suit our needs at this time. We wish you luck .... blah, blah blah. No you don't. You think I suck. If you really appreciated my story, you'd accept it. Well one day, someone will, someone huge, or at least someone reputable. They'll print one of my pieces. People will read it. They'll like it. It's all part of my diabolical plan to... dun, dun dunnnnnnnnn..... get published. Mwahahahahahaha!

While nobody wants to publish my stories, it seems the readership of this blog has gone global! I received a comment on my last post from Japan. Sadly, I could not read it, nor did I quite understand the translation, so I did not post it. I do encourage my Japanese reader to try again, if he or she is so moved do so.

I could have sworn I spotted Charlie, at the next driveway down the street, cavorting with that floozy of his. That's not really fair. For all I know, she's a nice girl, although from what I could hear through the windshield, she's a bit foul-mouthed. I could go on with hundreds of chicken puns, but I'll spare you all today. I've got writing to do. Real writing, not this fun blogging stuff.

A hui hou! Aloha!

Comments

Unknown said…
Someone should publish your blog, g'friend!

You don't quite say, was the half a doggie Valium for YOU or the dog??

You'd think for a creative writing journal, their rejection letters would be more original and fresh. Sheesh. You don't want to publish there.

No fowl-mouthing the neighbors! It's a small world there, even if you get international readers to your blog. Not sure they can actually read it, if they can't write to it. Must be spam comments.

I however have commented on plenty of your columns and not seen a one published, unless it takes you weeks to go back and approve them. Sigh....another comment-rejection .... du da du do du da duuuuuu...
(gee thanks a lot for putting that in my head.)

LOVE your column. Send some of them in to publishers and see what happens. I AM CEREAL!
Toni said…
The valium was for her, but I think you may be onto something!

Regarding my foul-mouthing of the neighbors, what am I, chicken?

And finally, the comments. If you comment via Facebook, I can't post it here. If you comment via the blog site, well, there you go. That's the reason for that. I've actually removed the automatic post of the blog from Facebook, because Facebook just puts it in notes, with no advertisers for hapless, er, supportive readers to click. So, now there's just a link to this site from the Facebook page. Capiche? Hey, at least I'm honest.

Thanks for being a fan! I always love your comments.

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