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Easy Chair

 I hope you’re comfortable.  With apologies for interrupting The Space between Atoms once again, I’m wanting to share another small success for this struggling writer.  A story I submitted to Coffin Bell about a year ago has just been accepted for publication.  Its title is “Easy Chair.”


I know many people that work in publishing.  Although many websites are in a constant state of updating, changing daily or often more frequently than that, publication takes time.  Editors I know often take weeks even to get to submissions they receive.  Those submissions have to be read and compared with others that have also arrived.


Many times a story has to go to outside readers and/or an editorial board.  These are all busy people.  And, of course, unless you’re a household name, you’ll be part of the slush pile for awhile.





I used to find that off-putting, but the slush pile is a reality of a world where lots and lots and lots of people want to get published.  I’m sure the name “K. Marvin Bruce” isn’t widely known.  Although I’ve written novels none have been published yet.


None of this, however, detracts from the good cheer of being informed that somebody likes my story well enough to publish it.  “Easy Chair” is a piece I’d been working on for at least five years.  (Not only the publication process is slow in the life of a working writer…)  It’s a revenge story.


And I’ve been busy during the pandemic.  Last weekend I didn’t even have time to post on this blog until very late Sunday night (in actual fact it was very early Monday morning).  Although I value my writing time above just about all other time, that doesn’t mean I can do it whenever I please.  I just don’t have time.


I’ll send an update when “Easy Chair” appears, along with a link.  I’ve got several other stories out for consideration, but, as ever, progress is slow.

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