As of this morning, I officially began submitting short fiction to the pro markets, beginning with The Arrest in Mannequin Row, a short story I’ve worked on then put aside repeatedly for most of the winter.
I say short story, but it is technically a novelette, since the word count is about 9,100 words, and that was with cutting and trimming. Honestly, I cut words and phrases that were dead weight, but at times, I removed too much description and needed to restore it.
For a story that was inspired by a dream, I am both delighted and surprised by what evolved out of the visuals. I managed to retain the creepy vibe of the dream, and met two very intriguing characters whose lives interconnect with each other in an unsettling way. The story is a crime story with a supernatural bent and I will say no more. I don’t want to tease readers with further details of the story, for it may be a while before it is available for reading.
It’s been about 17 years since I submitted stories to the markets. I’d like to say I feel excited, but I don’t. Mixed feelings consume me. I feel relief for completing a competent story and for beginning the submission process (one of my goals for this year), and I feel dread.
I’ve been down this path before. It’s a tedious, long winded process filled with “Thanks, but no thanks” and “Not suitable for our magazine/anthology/webzine”. On a positive note, submissions are mostly electronic now, which means no cost, less time to prepare a submission, and quicker turn around times. Yay, I get to be rejected faster.
Submitting stories is a waiting game. I’m an Aries, so it’s not in my nature to have a lot of patience. If you’ve got tons and you’re willing to spare a bit, please send some my way. Thanks.