I’m interested in publishing your really wonderful piece, “Nothing Succeeds Like Failure.”
After I read that email a few months back, I ran around the house screaming. Eventually, I sat down at my computer and spent way too long drafting a blithe reply thanking the journal for its interest and agreeing to publication. Thus began a slow chain to nowhere. When the contract arrived, the lawyer in me was leery. I googled contracts for short story publication and found this which seemed to confirm my concerns.
So I emailed off a few questions and tried to negotiate some of the clauses. Two exchanges later I got the brush off:
“I’m sorry not to publish your work but I cannot agree to your requests.”
Wait, can’t we talk about this???
No screaming. Lots of keening.
After I’d eaten a couple hundred worms, I started sending the story out again. And again.
Zip. Nada. Rien.
Today I read on Tania Hershman’s blog that she has recently had two stories accepted for publication, one of which took four years, four freaking years ! to find a home.
Pass the cards, it’s time for a round of patience.