I made a decision last year to focus on short stories. Ideally, I’d like to write books but it takes a long time to write one and it’s damn near impossible to convince someone that it’s good enough to publish. I’ve written two so far and have been sending out queries which have lead to receiving a steady stream of rejection letters from literary agents and small presses. This, however, is no big deal. That’s just how it goes. There’s no need to complain because that would be like going swimming and then saying, “God damnit, now I’m all wet!” It just comes with the territory.
I told myself that I would put off working on another book until I got at least one short story published in a magazine. A print magazine. With pages. And a cover. I wanted to prove to myself that sometimes queries are answered with something other than a form letter of rejection. And what do you know, I went ahead and fucking did it.