Ah, the whiplash sting of rejection. My manuscript has been rejected by Ark Press (see bold text below).
Thank you for submitting to Ark Press.
The Ark editorial team has reviewed your work and given it careful consideration. We appreciate the opportunity to review your treatment and manuscript, however, The Sniper isn’t right for us.
We would, however, love to see another project from you. The writing was quite good and the story kept us engaged. Please do keep us in mind in the future
Best of luck with your writing,
If I were a drinking man I’d probably go on a two-week bender and drown my sorrow in 180 proof rum. But the show must go on! I will gather up the jagged shards of my dreams and limp off stage to nurse my wounded pride and super-glue my shattered dreams of literary glory back together somehow.
I told Camera Girl of this crushing defeat. She told me to suck it up and stop whining. Not the sympathetic shoulder I was hoping for. In another age maybe I would have run off and joined the French Foreign Legion but I don’t think they allow enough free time for macrophotography and right-wing punditry in the Legion. Vive la France!
Well, it wasn’t all bad. They did say the writing was pretty good. I mean, maybe they were just saying that to soften the blow but I’ll take a positive spin on that and continue to work on finishing the book and then either get it published or self-publish it on Amazon.
Honestly, I was very glad that they got back to me. And I liked the polite and professional remarks they sent. I think a lot of publishers don’t even bother to send rejection letters anymore. So, an honest rejection is actually kind of comforting. But still, there is a disappointment when you don’t win the prize. But we know that what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. At least that’s what that crazy atheist said back a hundred and some odd years ago. And he should know because he went crazy and died!
So, the show must go on and all sadness and chagrin must be pushed aside and efforts must be redoubled. I intend to memorize a hundred new adjectives every week, take up MMA fighting and try my luck at swordfishing to increase my relatability with the reading audience. After all Hemingway did some of that stuff and he was very relatable. I wonder how good Camera Girl is at MMA fighting? She’s pretty strong and agile so maybe she would be a good sparring partner. But she is kinda mean and I can’t afford to be injured too badly before I get into the octagon with my real opponents. Maybe she’ll agree to fighting me blindfolded and with one arm tied behind her back. That seems reasonable. But just to be sure, maybe I’ll also tie her ankles together. Yeah, that would be good. I could definitely take her then. Alright, I love it when a plan comes together.
