I try to be patient, but, like Morpheus, I’m well aware that time is against us. Since I write obsessively, manically, even, and each day reminds me I’m aging, I find waiting months for publishers to be very trying. Time to take the red pill. Along with my daily efforts to produce new content, I’ve also been working at packaging. That is to say, putting together a collection of stories to try to farm out to someone who understands me. There are publishers who still do short print runs of collections of short stories. I own several such collections, and when a novel is too long for the time that I have, I turn to the short story to fill the space. I’ve written several, and have had thirteen published. There are many, many more that have offended publishers across the internet. Since the time of finding sympathetic editors seems to have passed, I’m thinking it might be time to put a collection together. Problem is, I write in severa...
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