The quickest rejection letter in the history of rejection letters.
I sent out "An April Frost" on Wednesday, which means the handbell editor at Lorenz couldn't have possibly received it before Friday, but yet, on Saturday he reviewed the piece and on Easter Sunday he sent me this e-mail: "Thanks for sending along your finely crafted original work, 'An April Frost,' scored for three octaves. I took the time yesterday afternoon to carefully evaluate the composition, and although it has obvious merit, we will have to take a pass on publishing it....[U]nfortunately the nature of our market (or at least the Lorenz share of it) does not support a positive enough environment for strong sales of works of this ilk. Our bread and butter (and that of successful writers for the idiom) depends on music that is directly related to liturgical use....Please don't be discouraged. This decision has no negative bearing on the integrity of your work. It is purely market-based."
Given the promptness of his response and the nice things he had to say about my composition, he'll be high on my list of people I send my religious works to (after some final revisions or, in the case of "Be ____ My ____," a whole second section). For now, however, before I wimp out, I need to send "An April Frost" to a second publisher. Today.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
