I made a few calls this morning. One to my local library (left a message), and another to a bookstore in San Francisco. The former is the second local library I have contacted in this area, which is surprising to me. I live in a suburb outside of Albuquerque where there are not that many published authors, and I am surprised sometimes that there isn’t always a lot of support for local authors.
The latter had expressed interest a while back, but never responded to my emails. I was simply following up – hopefully not in an annoying fashion. I am still waiting to hear back from both. I have also begun contacting bookstores in San Diego. I am determined to find a venue to do a reading there. That’s my hometown! I have family and friends there; my writing career began to take shape there. It’s not fitting to my first book if I do not do a reading in San Diego. The San Diego Public Library finally turned me down, and I was grateful that they did not leave me hanging like so many other places.
Other news – two rejections in the mail. And the funny thing is, back when I was submitting several years ago, a reply in the mail was still ambiguous. It could be a rejection OR an acceptance, and depending on the width of the envelope, you might be able to tell if there was a contract to sign inside or just a generic rejection. Now, though, we all know that rejections always come in the mail. If a journal is going to accept you, they will email you and forgo sending an acceptance via mail (perhaps save your postage), even if your original submission was made via mail.
So, though I still generally like receiving items in the mail, what I can only wish for when I see an envelope from a journal I submitted to is a personalized rejection.
I received a nice rejection from Michigan Quarterly Review. They want to see more of my work, and I even got a handwritten “Thanks” at the bottom. Same from Alaska Quarterly Review. I don’t have anything to submit to either of them at the moment. I may try MQR again though. I have a historical story that needs a bit more reworking. It may fit with their journal.
A reprint of a story of mine called, “The Reincarnation of Chamunda,” is now up at Out of Print. Indira, the editor-in-chief, has gathered an impressive line-up, and I’m honored to be published next to these other great authors. Check it out if you get a chance. The artwork is phenomenal too.
And on a nice note, I received an acceptance from Gargoyle! Yay! Richard Peabody is not only a fabulous writer, but an inspiring mentor. He was impressed with my work last year and told me he’d keep me in mind this year. As soon as their submission period opened, I sent a story. One that I am proud of titled, “Sweet Custard,” about an interracial relationship that goes wrong. My husband asked if it was autobiographical. Ha!