It’s Nothing Personal

Prisoner of war is rackin’ em up! Its seventh rejection came from Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show (fondly known as IGMS), and it wasn’t even a personal rejection.

But who knows, maybe it was destined for GUD all that time. I sure hope it was, for that is where it is now. I thought of submitting to either Cemetery Dance or Chizine (oops–I mean, suggested them at our excellent writing get-together with last Saturday! why is it that whenever more than two writers get together, great quantities of excellent food are always involved?), but Cemetery Dance is closed for submissions until 2010 (!!!!) and Chizine tops off at 4,000 words. And POW may need some cropping, but culling 2,500 words is too much…