“She pulled a white shirt out of her basket. Or rather, it had once been white, I judged. Now it was covered in blood.
You might be wondering, about now, why I didn’t very quickly slip out of the 4th Street Laundry and call the cops. Seems obvious, right? She’s killed someone, probably a boyfriend or girlfriend, and is cleaning up the evidence. That’s what anyone would think, but then I’m not anyone. She saw me, and very few people can. That proved she wasn’t just anyone, either. The final proof came when she produced gold coins when it came time to feed the machines. Large, antique-looking coins that should never have fit in those dinky quarter slots, and yet somehow became whatever the machine, in its low-level mechanical understanding, expected.
I just finished a new story. I would be prouder of this if it hadn’t taken almost three months, which for its length is about two and half months longer than it should have. There are reasons, of course, not even counting the medical incident. There are always reasons to keep you from getting your work done, and few aside from your own will and drive to counter them. So I’m not especially proud of myself. I could have done better sooner. However, at least I did get the story done. In rough, but that’s more than half the battle. Rewriting/editing is merely painful by comparison.
So, what to do with it? Haven’t a clue at the moment. It’s the sort of thing Shawna McCarthy might have bought for ROF (or will be, once I get it cleaned up properly), but that’s in the past, so there’s no point looking there. I’m just not sure where the future is at the moment. I can only hope that there is one. I have to find it, though. It’s the kind of thing we all have to do, at some point. The path that was clear suddenly isn’t. A hope gets dashed, or you simply get turned away from one direction toward another. Life always intervenes and plans gang oft agley. Just ask the mouse. Doesn’t matter. All you can do is keep working.
Regardless, as has been said in many other contexts—you can’t win if you don’t play.
What is the length? Perhaps sell as an individual short on Amazon? ( I admit I shy away from many of these as too expensive – $3 or so for around 50 pages seems a bit much..though for Fairy Gold? )
It’s a little short for an Azon single. I’ll either incorporate it into a larger project or wait for the right market. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to be patient.
I knew when I started the story that the market for it didn’t exist, but markets change. I’ll find a home for it sooner or later. But now that it’s done I can move on to the next thing.
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