For lack of anything else to do between waiting for the next book, The Benedict's Bride, to come out and starting to write another, I decided to clean out a desk drawer where I'd dumped rejected or unsold pieces of work over the years. What a jolt of unpleasant memories.
In college, I fancied myself a poet and wrote several angsty poems full of classical allusions-and they rhymed. I sent them off to several literary magazines. They returned fairly promptly wit the usual rejection note appended. One stood out, a personal message. "We are not returning yours poems because they are awful." I did not submit poetry again and should have thrown them out long ago.
I moved on to short stories and submitted one to Seventeen magazine for a contest. The Sweetheart Tree did not win and got the usual thanks for submitting message. But up in a corner, someone has penciled in "Keep Writing." I thought they were just being kind. I guess I threw it out because it is not in the drawer of defeat though I wish I had kept that penciled remark as I learned that such encouragement is rare in publishing which is a hard world indeed.
Then, I unearthed several Twilight Zone stories as I called them. each with a twist at the end. I submitted one to a fantasy magazine and the same one to a sci-fi magazine. Both rejected it, but I thought I'd at least made an impression with a rejection slip saying my story did not meet their standards of deep fantasy. I was thrilled to see it signed by Marion Zimmer Bradley who continued on with a sweet apology for not not being able to comment on all submissions because they had so many. Hey, I was happy to have her autograph and promptly submitted another to that magazine which I think no longer exists. My story was also rejected by the sci-fi magazine and did encourage me with "This is charming, but not right for us" not a standard blow off. The next rejection from Marian Zimmer Bradley came back with the same two messages and what I now realized was an autograph stamp, not a signature. I did attract notice, however. At the bottom of the page was a handwritten message, "We would never, ever print something like this. It is a horror story even though the bad guy gets what is coming to him!" This last is not an exact quote, but close. Last time I submitted there. The good news is that I sold both of stories for ten dollars each to an anthology of ghost and horror stories. That, too, has gone out of business and was only ever available as an e-book. Don't bother looking for it, but I think it was entitled Horrors and contained my "charming" ghost story.
Beneath these, more short stories, some never submitted, mostly Twilight Zone stuff again. For lack of anything else to do right now, I've taken them out and rewritten them. You learn a lot in a lifetime of writing and rejection. Maybe, someday, I'll print a collection of these.
As time passed, I did learn that my real strength was in writing atypical romance novels, number thirty-nine coming out in May, none of them self-published which a collection of short stories would have to be. That would be a new learning curve for me, and I don't think it would sell anyhow. So keep an eye out for what I am good at, and even those accrued 79 rejections before the first one and fifth novel I wrote sold.