Just finished another short story. Which is to say, I’m finished with the creative part, I never finished with the editing part.
The stories I have on this blog are the tip of the iceberg, to use a cliché. Mostly, they are shorts that I had posted on a now defunct writing site. You might even call them ancient, beginner pieces.
I always find the point of completion a little sad, like saying goodbye to old friends. ‘Farewell. Maybe we will meet again. Maybe, I’ll sub you someday.’ But the truth is a little less noble. There are literally hundreds of pieces stored on my laptop.
The whole process of matching my prose to just the right magazine stresses me out. Compounding that is my mix of genres. Strangely, I find reasons not to submit. Exactly what I’m waiting for, I can not say. Truth be told: Of all the stories stashed on my hard drive, I have only one subbed out at the moment. Ask me why, and I have no logical, legitimate answer.
Today, I almost subbed my latest to a magazine that seemed a good match. Typically, I fished around, until I found a goodbye letter from the out-going editor. In the letter, she said that although she was leaving the magazine, she had already selected and edited the stories for 2011, so her name would still be all over the site for another year. (paraphrasing here) Holy Smokes! That means that if you got accepted, you still would not be in print for another until 2012. I can’t tell you how depressing that sounded to me. But then again, there’s always a reason to NOT do something.
Of course, I know what you’re thinking, ‘Tsk. tsk.’