So on Tuesday I walked to the local post office and mailed a short story to Redbook. In today’s mail — a scant two days later, mind you — I received a large envelope bearing Redbook‘s logo and containing (a) a rejection letter encouraging me to submit again, (b) the magazine’s current writer’s guidelines for nonfiction (apparently they’re not publishing much fiction these days), (c) my original manuscript, still in pristine condition, for me to submit elsewhere, and (d) my unused SASE to reuse accordingly.
Two days later!
Let me say, if my work must be rejected, this is the way to do it. Redbook is a class act.