Post by rorschalk on May 2, 2023 16:09:17 GMT
Dear Mr. VC,
Thank you for hanging in there for so long. We've got a verdict and, sorry to say, your seeds didn't take. In the words of Rockefeller:
Which brings me to Muller's the seeds of things, 4963 words of which I read maybe 1500 before the somewhat stilted voice and abundance of dialog saw me skimming/skipping to the end to see if maybe it shed any light on the opening's magic fish and superstitious villagers, which the dying puppy didn't. So into the Deluge it goes.
I know that between my anhedonic burnout, literary biases and just plain ornriness, I'm an unfairly hard sell when it comes to fiction. Plus the whole inflation thing. Just as I could probably buy a farm with the cash in my pocket, it wouldn't surprise me at all to see this piece in Look or Saturday Evening Post or another of the few venues buying short fiction, if it could be sent back 100 years in time.
Thank you for hanging in there for so long. We've got a verdict and, sorry to say, your seeds didn't take. In the words of Rockefeller:
Which brings me to Muller's the seeds of things, 4963 words of which I read maybe 1500 before the somewhat stilted voice and abundance of dialog saw me skimming/skipping to the end to see if maybe it shed any light on the opening's magic fish and superstitious villagers, which the dying puppy didn't. So into the Deluge it goes.
I know that between my anhedonic burnout, literary biases and just plain ornriness, I'm an unfairly hard sell when it comes to fiction. Plus the whole inflation thing. Just as I could probably buy a farm with the cash in my pocket, it wouldn't surprise me at all to see this piece in Look or Saturday Evening Post or another of the few venues buying short fiction, if it could be sent back 100 years in time.