ARGH!

[willowroot]

A quick e-mail exchange with the boss about our success prompted me to re-read the e-mail I'd received that I thought had confirmed the acceptance of the first paper.

Not quite.

It confirmed that the editors of the new journal to which we were submitting the beastie had accepted the paper for review.

The First Paper was not accepted for publication, it was bounced for a third time.

Me and my rose-colored glasses and reading poorly worded e-mails far too early in the morning and all that.

*mild sigh*

Ahh, to hell with it. I'm on vacation and otherwise not thinking about any of that kind of writing or about any of my own work at all.

*pats the Drama Monster gently on the head and shoves it back into its cage*

It turns out that my boss had deliberately not told me of the paper rejection and resubmission, because she hadn't wanted to ruin my vacation.

In other news, I really, really, really love my boss. :D

(And thanks, everyone for your congratulations and supportive comments, but it was a false alarm...)

Comments

[gerisullivan.livejournal.com]

Well that's a bummer.

Publication will happen. Think of our reaction not so much as to a false alarm, but as a practice session so we'll be in good shape to celebrate long and hard when those acceptances come through for real.

Yay for your boss, and for your own sense of perspective. Enjoy the rest of your TAFF trip!

[cpl-hicks.livejournal.com]

Not a false alarm, just a preview of future great successes. We have to get into practice to do this after all...

[irish-horse.livejournal.com]

Not a false alarm. A dress rehearsal.

[atothek.livejournal.com]

Fucksticks.

[minkrose]

I hate that feeling. Good for you for not letting it get to you!

As my friend Dan liked to say: It could be worse, you could be dead.


edit: I suppose I should clarify - I don't think he says that anymore (he's a recovering heroin addict now and we don't talk now). But last I knew, he was still alive.