Fishing

I currently have an offer from a publisher who tells me he thinks my 54K-word novel fits into the genre Literary Fiction. I never woulda guessed that in a million years. I am thinking that, if a writer is writing what best connects with his personal zeitgeist, then same author should give the best shot at a genre guess and fire the story off to whoever. The worst that can happen is a rejection. I published ten short stories in the Literary Magazines which publications tell you to read their archives to see what sort of thing they publish. Who has time for that? I just kept sending the stories out – to, on average, maybe 30 mags before I got an acceptance. I was fishing from a boat dangling in space and still got bites. Write a QUALITY story and some fish swimming in the depths of publishing will strike at it. 🤪

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