Let's Get This Party Started!

Another year, another dream. Another year of fresh hope + another year of trickling rejections (most of them by trigger-happy fiction readers purging the slush pile of a million stories uploaded on some type of online submission manager). But that's okay. You have to risk rejection everyday to get published + live like a writer, so I finally got out my first round of submissions today for 2011 to the following journals:

N+1
American Short Fiction
Threepenny Review
The Missouri Review
Story Quarterly
Crazyhorse
9th Letter
Quarter after Eight
Sentence
Prairie Schooner
Crab Orchard Review
Salt Hill
New Letters
Playboy Fiction Contest
Santa Monica Review
Conjunctions
Granta
The Atlantic
Michigan Quarterly Review
Georgia Review
Zoetrope
Harvard Review
A Public Space
The New Yorker
Subtropics
Harper's
MAKE

What are the odds of any fiction writer publishing in those journals? Oh, slim to none. And we all know that the glossier you get, the harder it is. But like I give a shit, man. You've got to put yourself out there as much and as often as you can tolerate it. Someday, the same assholes that reject you will be quoting your ass, pretending they saw your talent all along. But the crazy thing is, a few of those readers were right about you from the beginning, so you work your ass off to defy the odds + find them the way they found you.