I had entered a writing contest sponsored by The Denver Post. Every year they choose 16 people to be a "Colorado Voice." Those people get the prestige of being in the paper, plus a "modest honorarium." Hmm.
In any case, I participated in this contest, as I did last year. My rejection letter last year pretty much looked like this:
You lose. Get off my property.
Oh, okay. It wasn't quite that bad last year. It was more like:
Thank you for playing. You lost.
Yeah, more like that. Short and to the point. This year, however, the letter was far more detailed. Included were these points:
It gets better! My letter contains a personal P.S.! The details therein:
I never knew that a rejection letter could be the perfect end to a perfectly crappy day, but this one sure worked for me. And can I use another bizarre exclamation?
- Nearly 400 writers participated
- My articles made the first cut, as the "final 80 contenders."
It gets better! My letter contains a personal P.S.! The details therein:
- The judges, "...loved your writing." Your meaning my.
- "Your talent is extraordinary!" Wheeeeee, dogies! Someone noticed what my mom always thought!
- I was among the 30 final writers. I.e., I made the second cut. Yowsa!
- I was encouraged to try again next year (of course).
- I was encouraged to email her my ideas for guest commentary, and she would consider them! Whee!
I never knew that a rejection letter could be the perfect end to a perfectly crappy day, but this one sure worked for me. And can I use another bizarre exclamation?
I think I can!
Sweet Fancy Moses!
Sweet Fancy Moses!