A couple of years ago, while one of my classes was taking a final, I wrote a short story that was inspired in part by an incident I remembered from my childhood. I was pretty pleased with what I had done, and after letting a couple of people check some technical details, I sent it off to one of the two big magazines in the crime field. I hadn’t realized that the magazine in question moved very slowly — it took nearly a year for them to respond, and when they did, it was to decline the story.
It didn’t surprise me. Not because it was a bad story — I still think it’s pretty good — but because in the intervening months, something happened in the real world that bore a certain disturbing similarity to my story, and the words “too soon” came to my mind. I mentioned it in passing on the Book of Faces, and a friend of mine mentioned that sometimes it’s hard for fiction writers to stay ahead of the world’s ugliness.
However, since I don’t really believe in writing for the trunk, I sent the story to another damned good magazine, edited by a guy I like who has been more than square with me during what passes for my fictioneering career. He took it, and if you like, you can read my story “Slow News Day” at Spinetingler Magazine. I’m glad it’s out there now, and I think it’s cool that it gives me a sense of momentum heading into NoirCon in Philly this week.
Hope you like the story.