A month back I submitted a personal essay to The Sun magazine. And it didn’t go through. I was disappointed, not just because of the rejection, but I didn’t get helpful feedback. The replay was,
We’re sorry to say that this submission isn’t right for The Sun. This isn’t a reflection on your writing. The selection process is highly subjective, something of a mystery even to us. There’s no telling what we’ll fall in love with, what we’ll let get away.
Writing is hard work, and writers merit some acknowledgment. This note doesn’t speak to that need. Please know, however, that we’ve read your work and appreciate your interest in the magazine.
We wish you the best in placing your writing elsewhere.
Then I did the guesswork that populated few thoughts.
- The story is not a good fit for the magazine
- My writing was crappy
- There is not enough meaning to convey
- The piece was not edited well
And so on. I was confused, and a hundred thoughts ran through my mind; negative to positive. If I had got a reply with proper feedback, that would have helped me a lot.
The world, however, isn’t fair. Anyway, it is under no obligation to be so. Why would an editor spend time on a piece he was uninterested in? I had to move on.
This was my first rejection. Also, I had submitted a poem to the Shooter Literary magazine and another one to the Poetry Foundation. The former one, however, was well past the deadline as of now. I had no reply, and I have to take it as a no.