Sunday, August 15, 2010
It's been more than a year since I spent much time on short stories. And almost as long since I paid much attention to the ever-changing landscape of short mystery/crime fiction markets.
No, this is not a post on why. This is a post on lamenting how much work it seems like it's going to be to get back up to speed. I have a new short story that I finished and polished up that is ready for a home. But I don't even know where to begin looking at markets. Most of my old-standby's are long gone.
I admit also having some of that new-writer trepidation, afraid that my work isn't going to be good enough. It has been a good long while since I wrote and submitted anything new. (And everything I did submit in the past year was soundly rejected.)
It doesn't help that story in question is one of those hard-to-classify the sub-genre shorts. It's a Bo Fexler story, of course. I don't think it's either crime fiction or a mystery. Just a 550 word short story that's maybe a little noir-- with a hot female detective as the lead character.
It feels like I'm starting over, but I still have that taste of success from those two years where Bo Fexler was strutting her stuff through so many of the mystery & crime zines.