I Launched A Medium Publication Because Can Editors Not?
Sometimes I get ideas and then spend afternoons launching Medium publications, I dunno. For months now, I’ve been thinking to myself how unfortunate it is that so much of whether or not I “get” to write depends on the opinion of an editor I’ve never met. I haven’t had a pitch approved all summer, literally not one, and that weighs on you after awhile. It can make you doubt your own ability. It can also make you think of alternatives.
I’ve been an editor. I know there are areas of coverage and publication needs that have to be filled, and not everyone is adept at filling them. Not every pitch is amazing to everyone and that’s fine. But lately it’s more than just feelings of rejection. I feel stifled, and if I feel that way, there’s a chance other people feel that way too, and sometimes you just need a little room to run, room to get an idea you love out in the world. I’d like to help, and I’d also like to address rejection culture while I’m at it, because I’m one “we’re gonna pass” away from losing my actual shit.
The Pass is a new publication I’ve launched to give writers’ rejected pitches a place to land. I want to publish what other editors have rejected—your best ideas, the one’s you’re really excited about, that nobody seemed to want.
To submit: email firstname.lastname@example.org and show me your pitch + the rejection letter it got. If you did not get a rejection letter (because plenty of times all we get is crickets), send me your unanswered follow-up email. I’ll write back—to everyone—and add you as a writer to the publication. Then, write your piece on Medium. Include the (anonymized) text of the rejection letter at the very top, and submit it to The Pass. Everyone, and I do mean everyone who follows these guidelines will be published in The Pass.
The same day I launched this, I got a rejection letter. And for the very first time, I was excited—because I knew exactly what to do with it. Our ideas are worth respecting, reading, and most certainly writing. Show me your noes.