I received yet another rejection letter today. I didn’t expect to make it this time either, but I did hope. I’ll just add it to the growing pile: rejections mean I’m actually trying and I’ll never make it if I don’t keep trying. On the bright side, this piece was an annotation I did last semester and my advisor said it was one of the best he’d seen, so I guess it really depends on the audience.
Thank you for giving Pitkin Review an opportunity to consider your work. Unfortunately, your piece, “Shakespeare’s Couplets in the Merchant of Venice” was not selected. We highly encourage you to submit work for the next issue of Pitkin Review. We also encourage you to submit to other markets.
We wish you the best of luck in the future.
Matthew Swihart, Esq.
Editor-in-Chief, Pitkin Review
I think I was fairly bitter about my previous rejection from the Pitkin (note: the comic I included is now even more appropriate)—probably due to my high hopes with this new school and overconfidence that my piece would be accepted—but I’ve had a long day and I’m exhausted and while I really did hope that I would make it because it would be wonderful to be published, even in a tiny school publication like this, I just didn’t have all that much invested in it. I must say, though, now that I have another to compare it with, the previous letter was pretty nice for a rejection and rather encouraging too, while this one suggests I submit elsewhere—not that that’s a bad idea, but still “yeah, your work’s not good enough for us, but maybe somebody else will go for this rubbish.”
Anyway, as my pile of rejections is slowly growing—and my hair is beginning to fall out—I am feeling more and more confident in calling myself a writer. So, onward and upward. World, bring it on.