well, another day… another annoyance.
first, my flash fiction is up at The Harrow – Breaking Free, if you have a few minutes and want something low-carb and fat-free.
which is nice.
a rejection of another story within three hours of submitting it electronically, however, is both nice and not so nice.
I’m taking wee solace in the writer having the odd title of “Art director / assistant editor / artist” – which tells me that it’s a small ‘zine and that this nit didn’t really understand what she was reading. I mean, getting upset ’cause I didn’t kill off the main character and feeling “cheated” that he survived at the end makes me wonder.
add to that the fact that I’ve already done a bit of a rewrite on said short story to make it more “believable” and I’m still getting comments like that.
makes me wonder what the market is looking for, other than dark, dark horror and fantasy -that seems to be what everyone’s looking for. Meanwhile, I do Bradbury-type (Lord, I hope so!) stories that have redemption in them. At times. You know what I mean. Right?
head still achy from storm sitting overhead and grumpy as all heck now.
quick, to the choco-cave!