“Forbidden Grand” came out at Demonic Tome today. This is the magazine where my friend Dawn placed first in the contest, so woo hoo! It’s kind of an endearing magazine to me, although I’ll give you fair warning about some of the content. Of course it’ll be dark, but if I’m going to send you there, and if you aren’t clear on the words “demonic” and “tome”, I don’t want you to be shocked about rape and mutilation in some of the other stories. There was a lot there that I had a hard time reading, but that’s because I’m not a darkness and despair girl. Well, scratch that, yes I am. But only a little darkness and despair, because quite frankly I see enough of the real thing every day as it is. And I worked at my old job long enough that sadism doesn’t have any allure or shock value for me. I find it mundanely tragic. But anyway!
Also, I realized last night that I need to be more professional in my cover letters. No joke, I sent two shudderingly bad cover letters in the last few days. One was where I told the reader that I had ran across him twice in a week on the net, and the other was when I said that I chose to submit that magazine because I liked his sweater in the picture. I know, awful. But sincere. I found it interesting to stumble across somebody twice on the web because it’s such a big place, and I remembered this person by name and even the name of the story. It’s like when you’re at a huge themepark and you keep running into the lady with the red shirt and sunglasses, and eventually there’s this fondness at seeing her. The sweater, for whatever reason, made me nostalgic. And this is me. Humanity delights me, in all its forms. I’m very much the kind of girl who tells a perfect stranger on the bus that I like his sweater, that it reminds me of a time long ago.
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