I’ve lost track of how many stories I’ve written. Writers write primarily for themselves, but at a certain point it occurs that maybe somebody else would like to read your stuff. You can get disabused of that notion pretty quickly, but still you’ll write. I subscribe to Duotrope. It’s a search engine with useful content for potential publishers. So when I finish a story I let my fingers do the walking to find someone who might like it. I can’t classify my writing; it’s all over the place. You find a publisher then read what they want. It’s not exactly like what you do, but maybe close enough? You give it a try. I’m a monogamous guy. I never did like dating—those with rejection complexes seldom do. When I find a publisher, I stay close. Then, inevitably, they begin sending rejection letters. The relationship has grown cold. I have trouble going back to past writers. I head back to the singles bar c...
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