Round Bend author Charles Deemer relates this discouraging lit news at his blog, Writing Life II.
I'm not a fan of contests and politics in literature. Too much is made of scenes like Wordstock, a gathering of backslapping writers with a modicum of fame who migrate to Portland each year to engage the muse of consumerism.
An industry lovefest, it's about networking more than anything else.
Well, Charles gave it a shot. Fortunately his rejection doesn't reflect on the real-world quality of his work.
The high mucky-mucks are missing the boat on this one.
That ain't sour grapes. It's the truth.
TS
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