Two Weeks
Astounded. That’s how I’m describing it. Today I received mail from none other than The Atlantic Monthly.
Naturally, I opened and read the enclosed letter. A rejection. Expected, but not this quick. I submitted my manuscript July 24. The envelope is postmarked Aug 5, 2006 from Washington D.C. If you consider four days for first class delivery, he had my manuscript a total of eight days before responding.
Eight days?
Jimmy John’s can’t even deliver a sub that fast.
I wasn’t expecting anything until the end of September. Guess the cover letter was effective. Also, Aug. 5 was Saturday. That means he mailed it on the weekend. So, not only did this guy read my manuscript within eight days of receiving it, he replied on a day off.
This has to be the greatest rejection since sliced bread.
Naturally, I opened and read the enclosed letter. A rejection. Expected, but not this quick. I submitted my manuscript July 24. The envelope is postmarked Aug 5, 2006 from Washington D.C. If you consider four days for first class delivery, he had my manuscript a total of eight days before responding.
Eight days?
Jimmy John’s can’t even deliver a sub that fast.
I wasn’t expecting anything until the end of September. Guess the cover letter was effective. Also, Aug. 5 was Saturday. That means he mailed it on the weekend. So, not only did this guy read my manuscript within eight days of receiving it, he replied on a day off.
This has to be the greatest rejection since sliced bread.