Don’t get me wrong: I love online submissions. But this morning, after submitting a few manuscripts online in a manner of minutes, I came across a literary journal that is not set up for online submissions. First I hesitated: Why bother?

But, methodical as I am, I wanted to complete my submissions list, and so I hit the print button, modified the cover letter, found a manila envelope, addressed a SASE, figured out the right postage, and while I was doing all that, I realized that there is a certain sense of satisfaction in doing this the old fashioned snail mail way. More effort goes into it, and thus there is a greater sense of accomplishment, especially when I will drop this brown envelope into the mailbox on my way to work and hear that satisfying plop of the mailbox lid. There ain’t anything else like it to give you a sense of completion.