I rarely submit to Asimov's. Mostly this is because I rarely write anything which could be called science fiction. But at least partly it has to be because their form rejections are like a flowchart for neurotics like me. "Given that A) an editor has taken time out of their grueling reading schedule to look at your submission. If B) you used a hackneyed idea or theme, go to Z) 'This is why you were rejected.' If C) you can't write a simple declarative sentence, go to Z). If D) you happened to send your story in on the same day as Robert Reed, Terry Bisson and Connie Willis, go to Z)." And on and on and on. I think I'd rather be left with nothing but "Sorry, not this time" than worry about whether Sheila Williams--or her slush readers--think I lack basic English compositional skills.

Anyway, rejection for "The New Year's Party," after two months and nine days.