I’ve never liked the word “submit.” To Submit, to place under, to capitulate, to yield.
Nope. Never liked it.
When I started writing, I learned a new meaning for the word “submit”: to send for consideration a manuscript, born of sweat and tears, wrapped in prayers and orisons, in hopes that, against overwhelming odds and counter to all probability, an editor will find it pleasing and bestow upon it the gift of acceptance.
And submit I did. Often and regularly. For years. I have the rejections to prove it (more on them, next week). For now, though, some thoughts on the mechanics of submitting your work to markets.
First: Do it.




There are times when sticking your neck out can make a difference. Then there are times when all you get is your head handed to you in a burlap sack.