Friday, July 23, 2010

Et Tu, Le R?

The divine, the delightful, the sensation and superlative Rejectionist has asked her author friends what Form Rejections mean to them. Thanks for twisting the knife, Le R.

The Form Rejection is the softened bang. The firecracker that sputtered out, decaf in your Irish Coffee, a single cough in the silence following your serenade.

But don't cry for me, Argentina...the FR is also small enough to crumple in one tiny, writerly hand, and won't be missed once it is deleted.

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