Sometimes when I submit a piece to an editor, I get a nice personal rejection. Sometimes it’s more of a form letter. Sometimes I don’t hear anything. And sometimes, like yesterday, the news is delivered with all the subtlety of an eighth-grader trying to break up with someone.
A couple of weeks ago, I sent an article to the Chronicle about Shanghai. On Sunday, I opened up the travel section, and it was all about Shanghai. I wasn’t in it, though. Probably this is just bad timing on my part. Or maybe they’re just not that into me. Either way—ouch.
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3 comments:
I like the analogy. Too bad about the outcome.
Awww. I think you inspired them on the topic, but budget cuts meant they couldn't afford you and had to hire an inferior writer. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Thanks, you two!
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