On another page of this blog, I’ve just posted another of my old stories, “Seducing the Muse.” In fact, this was the first story I wrote after college, and while I still get a kick out of it, it’s undeniably amateurish. Oh well. I think the other two stories I’ve put up here–a mystery about understanding religion in the age of terrorism called “In the Shadow of Death,” and a dramatic little bit of catharsis about raising children after divorce called “Gordon Raises the Kid“–are better, but this one is still worth a read.
I wrote it wanting to blend two romances, a love for a woman and a love for the written word. It works well enough, but Joyce Carol Oates–or even Nicholas Sparks–I’m not. I’ve sent it to several publishers, but to no avail. Zoetrope sent me a note calling it a “good story,” but not for them. Another magazine wrote on their rejection slip that it was “cute,” but too long. At least I got some feedback. Alas, I’ve never been very good at marketing. These stories will probably reach more sympathetic eyes here than they would anywhere else willing to print them, anyway.