“Deborah Treisman, Fiction Editor of The New Yorker, said last year that writers submitting to the slush pile aren’t very savvy about about the business of publishing and therefore must not be savvy about writing” Maud Newton.
Having no submission facility is a much more ethical way of excluding the preterite masses of the non-savvy.
what’s always puzzling to me is this: why the hell do non-solicited submitters think so dam highly of themselves? you are not a customer. this in not a restaurant. assume you will be rejected. assume you are wasting your time. good magazines are not quilt clubs. just because you’re around doesn’t mean you’re important. what’s wrong with that? it’s fine not to matter. think about all the people in the world who have no idea you exist. it’s okay. exist when you can and be nothing most of the time. just like everybody else. you’re no different just because you have an e-mail account. you’re no different because you pressed save on the DOC file. if a party is taking place and you weren’t invited it doesn’t mean the party has ceased to be. it only means you need to figure out another way to pass your time.
before i published ‘a lot’ i simply wanted to publish ‘a lot’; i think that is an honest feeling. i don’t think the internet made humans glib, i think humans made humans glib. i can’t wait until all the websites is dead, then i can be alive again. 404 is god’s street address.