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Right now I have a few weeks at home before traveling to Asheville, North Carolina in early April to speak at the Mother Earth News Fair. I just finished up our income taxes and started pruning the old apple trees, while I mull how to organize a food garden around book promotion activities.

 

Periodically I go through my writing files, which mainly contain pages of ideas, half-written articles and essays, and a few finished pieces patiently waiting for me to do something with them. This is usually a fun exercise since I almost always come across something I’d more or less forgotten. The other day I skimmed a few of these files, moving a few to the “active” file (whatever that means). I’d like to think that this means I’m getting more ambitious about submitting articles every week to a wide variety of magazines, but actually it mostly means that I’m a bit saturated with the latest book project and want to turn my jaded eyes to something relatively fresh.

 

The other day I found a short essay I wrote a couple of years ago. Those of you who subscribe to Writer’s Digest probably know about the column they had on the last page called Reject a Hit. For those who don’t know, this column was open to submissions and invited writers to pretend they were a clueless editor who unwittingly rejected a book proposal from a famous author. For example, how would you like to have been the editor who decided War and Peace had no future? The columns were usually quite funny, and one day I had an idea about submitting a “rejection letter” myself.

 

Let me preface this by saying that I mean absolutely no disrespect to anyone; in fact, I worked very hard to be as inoffensive as possible. The book I chose to “reject” was the Bible. (Not surprisingly, Writer’s Digest declined to print it, but they did send me a very encouraging personal rejection letter.) The reason I thought of writing about the Bible was mostly that it has obviously been a best-seller for many many years. My intent was definitely not to poke fun at anyone’s beliefs; like all submissions to this column, it was merely intended to poke fun at a mythical editor for not seeing the potential of a hugely successful book. I could probably have done more with this, but the column was limited to 300 words. And credit where it is due, my husband David gave me some valuable input and feedback. We had a great time with this, and the other day when I pulled it out of the file we had yet another good laugh over it.

 

Click on this link to read my submission, and please read it in the spirit in which it was intended.

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