Let’s just be honest–rejections suck. Rejections when you’ve had a couple of successes are their own kind of hell, because you sit around wondering if you’re the literary equivalent of Vanilla Ice, who had albums of material to record that he must have thought was as catchy and good as “Ice, Ice Baby” but now he’s on DIY network rehabbing houses. How do you know when its time to put down your keyboard and pick up your hammer?
I don’t know, people. I just don’t know.
Anyway, I got a nice rejection the other day–the kind that’s like “We liked this, but it’s not quite right for us.” This gives you hope that there is some place out there for which it is quite right. Anyway, so then, today I finally got around to sending it out again. And, of course, I reread it before sending it out, just to make sure it didn’t have typos or whole stupid parts or anything.
And I finished it and I liked it! I said, “Yep, that’s a good story.” And I felt good about it.
I often wondered why Zora Neale Hurston would have been living with her brother on Lafayette, while he attended Meharry. But today I learned that Meharry used to be the medical college for Central Tennessee College, which was right on Lafayette. Brother Hurston could walk to classes.
When this first popped up on the internet, I thought, “There’s no way this is real.” But it seems more and more likely that it’s not.
So, let’s all sit here in stunned silence for a second.
Okay, let’s be frank. Their graphic designer is a double agent, right? Nothing else makes sense. I mean, if you asked me to believe two scenarios–1. Someone working for an anti-gay organization made this and genuinely believed it looked like someone praying; vs. Some poor artistic dude really, really needs a job and this was the one he could get, but he hates their mission so he works from inside to undermine them, and voila we get this.–the first scenario just seems so implausible to me that I can’t even entertain it seriously. It simply must be the second.