Fiction solicited for the first time in years
So a good friend asked about my following
vague-posting about getting solicited.
Feeling kinda' chuffed - got solicited for the
first time in years and didn't have to be walking down Somerset Ave. in our
fine LGBTQ1+ village, wearing a tight black T and denim to get solicited. And
it's the (marginally more) respectable kinda' solicit, involving writing
fiction.
Here's what happened.
The person I am working with replied, 'Well, you
did not write me a story."
I answered that I may have missed the submissions
call. Or did they ask for the stories from the authors? This is a common
practice for editors in the business to ensure they curate a collection of
quality work.
"The call for submissions was on the website
for a year!" they exclaimed.
The
Internet shook.
Then
they flipped the script on my joke and asked for a 2,000-word piece of fiction
on a particular prompt, with a real deadline and everything, kiddies.
Not
long after, I even got the call from the person I am working with, likely
chewing on a cigar in their glassy skyscraper office in another city.
"Just
write it, in get met the story by next week!" they exclaimed.
It
was like J. Jonah Jameson had assigned me work.
So,
I had no idea my sense of humor would land me in this position, which is rather
interesting and arguably enviable.
And that, fair readers, is as specific I can get until the ink dries on the contract.
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