The thing is, I like it. It’s hard to explain. I’ve written a short story, very short, and it’s a bit of a chestnut. I don’t do anything new or exciting, I rely on some well-established tropes, and I have fun. That’s the key, for me it was fun. If I could read my own story (a task more difficult than one might imagine) I think I would enjoy it. It checked the boxes and didn’t overstay its welcome. It’s not super meaningful, just a decent little piece of horror (heavily inspired by my love of Doctor Who).
If it doesn’t get accepted, I’ll probably post it here to the blog, or maybe I’ll hold off and save it for a rainy day. I wrote it, you see, and hope to write a few more soon, to try to get my name out there in some more professional outlets than my own little corner of WordPress. I’ve been trying for a while, here and there, to get my stories published—to actually get paid for my writing.
Part of that has been querying agents for my book, but I’m beginning to wonder if my cover letter wouldn’t be more interesting if I had a few more credits to my name.
Tale Told 
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