Meanwhile, the web editor at McSweeney's sent me an e-mail over the weekend telling me that they weren't interested in the variation on the Waffle House story that I submitted. It was my first official, professional rejection, and, upon receiving it, I was actually really happy. I never actually expected McSweeney's to publish it, but it was worth a shot.
And, heck, if he'd sent me a sad, ridiculous form letter, it would've been longer.
Instead, I got this:
I’m going to pass, but I appreciate the look.
How cool is that? Now I can say that I've submitted something and been rejected, just like every other writer I've ever read or met or known.
The thing to do is try again.