First, the story was rejected by Gordon Van Gelder, rather than slush pile editor John Joseph Adams (AKA The Slush God, of whom I have previously expressed appreciation for professional courtesy). That's technically a step up in rank. Though it's far more likely this is merely a consequence of workload distribution, but I'm choosing to see this as progress. In my pathetic fantasy, The Slush God kicked my story up the chain, where it died at the hands of a ranking officer. These are the strands of hope to which I desperately cling.
Second, the rejection letter was personalized. Mr. Van Gelder complimented my "narrative voice" but didn't care for a little thing like the actual content of the story. I may actually take the response to my writers group next month to show off. Yes, I'm a wretched freak.
Today, I'm going to send off a new tale to F&SF and try my luck with the recently rejected attempt at Asimov's. It probably won't work, but fortune favors the bold. And the stupid.
Back to the salt mines...
Jay Garmon has a vast and terrifying knowledge of all things obscure, obtuse, and irrelevant. One day, he hopes to write science fiction, but for now he'll settle for something stranger — amusing and abusing IT pros. Read his full profile. You can also follow him on his personal blog.