I tried all sorts of SF/F/H markets after that, all of which found it unsuitable.
So, when my writers group, this one, wanted story from me for the New Wyrd anthology, I figured “Jawbone” would be perfect. After all, who on earth would ever be looking for a story like that again?
Guess what I found while reading through Gila Queen’s Guide to Markets today?
“Holy Horrors, Editors T.M. Wright and Matt Cardin. General requirements: Anything that spins, gestates, evolves, devolves, erupts, or otherwise spectacularly evil, disturbing, supernatural, horrific, weird, insane, or other grotesque way religion.”
They pay 5 cents/word for original work 2.5/word for reprints.
I sent them “Jawbone” with an note explaining that it had seen print before, and, you know, it might not be horrific enough for them, anyway, but I kept kicking myself thinking “Aw, man! If only!” It’s not the end of the world (in fact, if they do buy it, it’s still money I could be paid for writing), but I do wish that I would have found out about this anthology earlier.
So, what’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done with a story?
3 comments:
I decided to become a writer.
I decided to become an actor, and support myself by being a writer.
Erik-Ooh, good one. I quit being an actor to become a writer.
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