RACHAEL'S WEEK AT A HIPPIE COMMUNE did not make it up off the floor. Below is Rockefeller's post saying so. Thank you for your interest in submitting to TQR and I wish you and your work the best of luck in the future.
*** There's cap you just know the VC read over zillions times, honing and refining, researching and revising; tales that were mused upon, day and night for weeks if not months if not years by writers who know inspiration is malleable, needs to be formed. Crafted's the word we like to toss around down here. And isn't that the greatest thing about writing... any art: making something way better than yourself? Sure it takes effort. It's why Thomas Mann said: “A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.”
Then there's cap that reads like it wrote itself in a few, if not fewer, inspired sittings. The grammar's fine, punctuated correctly, word count's often generous. The characters are okay, dialogue's credible (though sometimes over-abundant, chit-chat being a good way to avoid doing research or having to really describe anything). There's nothing wrong with these ventures. They're easy to read, even skim, seem like they were probably fun, and not all that difficult, to write. They can be, at times, almost engaging. Rachael’s week at that hippie commune struck me as such a story. So, despite a gal-on-gal almost sex scene, the Porthole beckons.