When I was 21 years old, I came up with an idea for a short story about a young man who’s wife suddenly dies, and who then finds out that he does not have the ability to deal with it properly. I think it partially came from a fear that I had myself. I was going to be married a year or so later, and was terrified that something would happen to my then fiance/now wife. I let the story float around in my head until the spring of 2006, almost a year later. I was in a writing workshop at college, and I decided that it was the right time to write this story.
The initial problem I had was that I’d lost a page of notes that I’d written about the story, and after searching for days, I finally gave them up as lost, and pressed on with the story as I saw it in my head. I wrote the first draft of the story, then rewrote, redrafted, reread, rewrote, until, five drafts later, I had something with which I was very proud. I sent it off to the workshop class for critique.
The reviews from my peers were very positive, and my professor at the time said it was one of the better undergraduate short stories she’d seen. So I figured that meant it was good enough for a strong publication, and I began sending it out to some of the top short story venues.
Two years later I had amassed a pile of rejections, and had lost hope of this story ever seeing the light of publication. I decided it needed a reread. I read through it, and to my surprise, saw that it had one major flaw. It wasn’t finished. I mean, I had thought it was finished two years earlier, and the praise of my peers hadn’t helped much in that respect. But when I read it in 2008, I realized it didn’t have a true ending. So I wrote one. And I thought the story was much better for it.
I also messed with the title. I changed it from its original title, “Jasper Tilson”, to “Intervention”, to “A Friendly Intervention”, and then back to “Jasper Tilson”. The title changing took place over the course of two years itself. But finally I had it back to “Jasper Tilson”, which was the right title for the story. Surely publication would come soon.
Cut to the present day, four years after I’d first begun sending it out to publishers, and forty-six rejections later. That’s right. Forty-six (46) rejections. Valentine’s Day, 2010, I get an email from Slow Trains which reads as follows:
Hi John,
Thank you for your submission to Slow Trains. We would like to publish your story in our spring issue, which will be online in late March.
Please return the information sheet below at your earliest convenience, and then we will send you the galleys link for your approval shortly before the issue is linked.
Thank you for contributing to Slow Trains!
Susannah
So now, after four years, forty-six rejections, multiple titles, multiple drafts, multiple endings, and ceasless submissions, “Jasper Tilson” will be published for all the world to read. I can’t wait to see it at Slow Trains. And of course, I’ll link to it here when it is up, which should be next month.