Sturgeon's Law

I wasn't really feeling bad about the four rejections yesterday--it was more a curiosity than anything else. But this is a real kick in the balls: I just got a letter from Bret Lott accepting a poem for The Southern Review, but it's "Crestone Conglomerate," the same poem that won the Laureate Prize last month. I sent them a notification e-mail, but obviously it didn't go through. Damn, damn.

Edited to add: yes, there's obviously a silver lining that I was accepted there at all, and no, I don't know that I'd give up the prize win, which was awfully damn cool, as an even trade for this acceptance. But still, this is the sort of thing on which I will dwell for a while.

Anyway, the upshot now is that I e-mailed TSR right away and apologized as best I could for the mixup, and they were gracious about accepting my apology and withdrawal. Sigh.