If you’ve been over to Writers Caffeine lately you know it’s on hiatus for a while, but I grabbed a few minutes the other day to do a bit of research for my next novel, looking up some famous quotes on various subjects and I came across a short poem about writers and rejection. It meant a lot to me because when I began my career, writers actually sent hard copies of manuscripts to editors, enclosing them in large manila envelopes, along with a second, SASE for the manuscript’s return. Every day, the trip to the mailbox was filled with hope that there there would NOT be what my best friend and I nicknamed the BBE ( Big Brown Envelope). Anyway, I jotted down the poem to share with you. Even in the age of electronic submissions, it still captures an author’s feelings abouts sending out work. The author is Elizabeth Flynn.
When I go
it should be by cremation,
my ashes slipped into an 8 x 10 manila envelope
with a second, (stamped and self addressed)
inside, posted to God
in His capacity as Editor of everything.
a better than even chance
of being returned to myself
along with a neat note
acknowledging my insight and my craft,
regretting that I do not,
at that time, fit His Divine needs,
Wishing me luck in placing myself