Post A Rejection Letter Friday

Apropos of the ridiculous focus on whether or not posting rejection letters is common practice/professional/legal/cuddly/appropriate/blue rather than on the exposure of crude and offensive racist language, I’m officially declaring it Post A Rejection Letter Friday.

I already posted LeGuin’s.  I’ll post one of mine this evening, because the one I want is on my home computer.  In the meantime, post one of yours!  In comments, in your blog, anywhere.  Link back to nostalgiaforinfinity, just cuz :)


  1. Lori S. says

    Darnit, I don’t have any rejections handy to post. Please consider me with you in spirit!

  2. says

    OK, since Mamatas has stood up for our right to post rejection letters, I posted one from him to the same story Sanders rejected. Thanks for the solidarity.

  3. says

    I don’t have any handy rejections either–although ask me again in a few months. My one rejection of the past few months was a standard “Sorry you didn’t win” from Writers of the Future. (I have another piece out elsewhere but no word on it.)

    I do actually have old rejections from my first year of college. One I particularly remember: I submitted a story (which in retrospect, I think was a naive and somewhat childish work) to Crank! and Brian Cholfin sent me a form rejection telling me not watch so much television, which sent me into a small self-castigating tailspin because I ALREADY didn’t really watch television. (I didn’t have one of my own and the only TV I ever saw was in the lounges in the dorm rooms. I spent more time in the libraries anyway.)

  4. Juan says

    I have no rejection letter to post, but to the unwritten rule diversionary tactic types I can point to that and say a “booyah!” :)


  1. […] Tempest Bradford links to Shaun C. Green who has declared this post-a-rejection-letter Friday. Tempest also links to an INSANE rejection of Ursula K. Le Guin’s brilliant Left Hand of Darkness which is one of my favourite books of all time. The person who wrote that letter clearly read an entirely different book possibly one by Ayn Rand. […]