After letting it sit on my hard drive for a year or so, I decided to see if I could find a publisher for a story of mine, Crowded. Crowded was originally written for a competition held by Strand Bookstore, which it did not win. Although I was proud of the piece, I wasn’t expecting it to win. It was a romance writing contest, and I tend to dwell on insecurities and complications rather than passion and drama. Despite the fact that I’ve been happily dating the same guy for six years, I am an incredibly unromantic person, and it’s difficult to summon an energy that just isn’t in me most of the time.
Besides that, it had a stupid title. Before I renamed it, it was called Avery Today. I don’t know why I called it that. The main character is named Avery and there’s some stuff about time, but it’s not a good title at all.
Once the title issue was fixed, I decided to see if any literary magazines would be interested in it. After all, I had been sending Angelhands, Kondrati 2.0 and Hematoma out to every place I could think of, to no avail. Why not see if one of my other stories would fare better?
To decide, I pulled up a document that I use to keep track of my submissions. Like Crowded, Hematoma is also about relationships. It had been rejected about ten times already, but a few of the publishers invited me to send more work. One publisher, Verdad Magazine, asked to spend more time with the piece before ultimately rejecting it. This probably meant that the editor liked it enough to consider it, so I sent them Crowded to consider. Then, being busy with student teaching and homework, I forgot about it for a little while.
Time passed, and I got an email from Verdad Magazine. I have trained myself to expect rejection, so when I started reading the email it took a minute for it to register that Crowded had been accepted for publication. Only not quite. The editor wanted me to change a few things first.
This was a first for me. I am not an experienced professional author. Crowded will be only my fourth published story. I have only once had an editor change anything about my work, and that was for an article, not a story. I have never been asked to make the change myself. When I received the request, I was immediately prepared to go through with it. The editor suggested that I change the ending so that it included an image. The rest of the story relied heavily on imagery, but the ending wrapped it up in a pat and cutesy way that didn’t work with the rest of the story. Once this was pointed out, I was all for it. Part of me felt like I shouldn’t be so quick to change my work, but the editor was right, the end would have been improved by changing imagery. Besides that, I wanted it to be published. I’m willing to make changes as long as they don’t damage the heart of the story, and in this case, the change just made things better. I wasn’t sure for about a week if they actually wanted to publish my piece or if they were just being sweethearts and telling me how to improve, but in the end, it was finally confirmed…
Crowded, a short story about a dude with social anxiety taking a girl out on a date at a book store, will be published in the Spring 2013 issue of Verdad Magazine!
I initially started this blog because I got a story accepted at Black Heart Magazine, and they wanted you to have a website for your work. I figured it was best to start one up and start trying to be at least moderately professional about this. It’s possible that saying that automatically makes me unprofessional, but oh well.
This is my latest offering to the literary world. It’s a short story called DDR Master. I wrote it one winter while visiting my parents in upstate New York. Up there, the winters are so cold that it’s almost impossible to go outside, and the roads are too icy to walk on without risking your neck. I’m sure it’s totally doable for someone used to the climate and has appropriate shoes, but I’m not, and I don’t.
Because I couldn’t go outside much, I started playing a lot of DDR with my siblings in order to keep my limbs moving. The game was addictive, and I ended up playing it for hours every day. I started thinking about an emotional reason for someone to do that–mine was physical, and it wasn’t a very interesting story, but if DDR was filling a hole in someone’s soul, it could be.
This story was the result of that thought process. The unnamed main character’s entire life revolves around getting perfect scores on the Wii version of DDR. She has no friends, no family, nothing to occupy her time but the game. She had a boyfriend, but they recently broke up. The obsession with the game might be her way of dealing with losing him, but it might also be her general pattern of dealing with life.
This is a short story entitled Centipede Centipede Centipede. I wrote it for a creative writing class, where I had to churn out a short story in one week. I didn’t know what to write about, so I decided to do what everyone’s always telling me to do: write from life. It’s based heavily on my own experiences as a teenager visiting France with my grandparents. Like Roger Tannen in the story, my grandfather had Parkinson’s disease. The disease eventually robbed him of his ability to communicate, but for a long time, there were things he could say and ways he could express himself. This story is about a man trying to express himself in spite of his illness, through the eyes of a young girl who doesn’t fully understand what’s going on.