So I finally wrangle the beagle to do some work around the office. This is cause for celebration considering it’s a Sunday and the beagle doesn’t work weekends. Come to think of it, she never works. Period. So whatever funky planet/star alignment/freak of nature is taking effect, I convinced her to pull her weight around the office and make some pretense of gainful employment.
And now I may never hear the end of it. Sundays are my reading days. I make a list of what I want to see more of – as in “send pages, please,” and those getting standard rejections. The beagle decided this wasn’t too taxing or cutting into her beauty sleep, so she obliged. Out goes the rejection letter.
In comes an automatic reply:
I apologize for this automatic reply to your email.
To control spam, I now allow incoming messages only from senders I have approved beforehand.
If you would like to be added to my list of approved senders, please fill out the short request form (see link below). Once I approve you, I will receive your original message in my inbox. You do not need to resend your message. I apologize for this one-time inconvenience.
Click the link below to fill out the request:
Well! The beagle harumphed and groaned: “for beagle’s sake, if an author is going to query, then what kind of nitwit thinks ANYONE – let alone a self-respecting beagle – is going to fill out some nonsense request??”
I smiled. “Welcome to my world.”
I’m now wearing a bite mark on my ankle and have been ordered to make margaritas for a week. Damn dog has no sense of humor.