Walker: ive got two more rejection emails in the makes for you don't worry
you think a handful of rejection emails makes you special?
gmail's sending me notices about consuming too much bandwith because of my backlog of
they were like
"we're sorry to inform you, but your excessive backlog of rejection notices is not a right fit for
feel free to delete something, or get a life.
Sent at 9:33 AM on Friday
me: the rest will streadily trickle in
little disappointments mail bombs
Sent at 9:36 AM on Friday
Walker: either that or ill get nothing but acceptance
or almost acceptance
Following that, neither of us has said anything for a while.
This conversation was spurred on by Walker's proposal for a poem hodge-podged from our collective rejection notices. Issue would be, they tend to run together and become one big, bright...oh, i don't know...mobile of disappointment.
We still haven't said anything. He may have the sneaking suspicion I am doing this.
What else before I go...today I meet with Jesse Ball.