Grist (sic) for the Mill

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Rejection slips are among the enduring features of any writer's life. In fact, I fielded one yesterday. It was from Grist, a glossy pseudoenvironmental rag that caters to the overprivileged, and it was in response to the story I submitted to their "cli-fi" contest back in March. 

Mind you, this came as less than no surprise. I discussed the contest, among other signposts in the strange landscape of thought we've entered in the last few years, in a post over on my blog.  My comments on it were, ahem, far from sympathetic, and the story I submitted to the contest -- "A Modest Contribution" -- was of a piece with that:  I set out to follow the rules of their contest to the letter, while flatly contradicting the spirit thereof. I was a little sorry to get a bland generic rejection slip instead of a scream of outrage, but then one can't be too picky in this business. 

Over on the blog, however, I heard from another reader who'd submitted something in the same spirit and also got a rejection slip.  It occurs to me to wonder aloud just how many readers were as unimpressed by Grist's display of overinflated entitlement as I was, and reacted to it in the same way, by writing a story. If there are enough of us, you know, it might be possible to produce a short book -- or even a not so short book! -- and get it into publication. (And I might be convinced to invite new stories along the same lines, for that matter; you can read Grist's bellowing orgy of virtue signaling disguised as a call for submissions here if you happen to need inspiration.) 

What say you, fellow writers?  Do we have enough stories, in the jargon of a vanished age, to pub an ish? 

Comments

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We do. Except the privileged Mexicans that welcome the party and the extra attention and of course, the privilege that comes with it. They do that at work to check the inclusive box. It's rather odd to watch the people that I started work with that now feel Persian royalty while the management claps with a plastic grin --I just go and mess with their fake guacamole.

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Ignora Ud. los gabachos locos, y come todo el guacamole. 😄

—La Dona Cutekitten de Lolcat

(Lo siento, no tengo un tilde que funcione.)

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It actually wasn't that bad, but today's corporate email for the Mexican Independence Day did annoy me a little! Do excuse me, I've been more irritable than usual lately.

I had guacamole, rice and beans and a corn on a stick for dinner actually!