How to Deal with (Tiny) Literary Rejections, and 2010 Pronunciation

Well, in honor of the new year, I thought I’d post something slightly humorous, though slightly disheartening.  I figure it would be a good combination of melancholy and happiness, to mimic the passing of the old year and the beginning of the new one.  So check out this beast of a rejection letter, from a literary journal which shall remain covered by a quarter for scale.

So that’s pretty tiny.  One of the smallest rejections (as far as physical size goes) I’ve ever gotten, no doubt about it.  I refuse to be disheartened, however, and figure that it is this journal’s way of being “green” with their rejections.  I mean, they could probably fit a dozen or more of these little guys on a single sheet of paper.  Woohoo for saving trees.

In more important news (for me, not for anyone else) I am unbelievably happy that it is now 2010, because we can finally get away from saying the words “two thousand” when pronouncing the year.  “Twenty ten” is how it shall be pronounced, and anyone caught saying “two thousand ten” will be immediately slapped in the mouth.  Not by me though, ’cause that’s illegal.

I hope everyone has a great new year and a great new decade.  By the end of this decade, I’ll be 36 years old and ready for the nursing home, so I’ve got to make this one count while I can.