In December of last year I sold a short story to a market I’m pleased to be associated with. This is good news, and doesn’t happen often enough for me to have become blasé about it.
The thing is, I was waiting for the story to come back from that market so that I could trunk it permanently. Not, I hasten to add, because I didn’t believe in the story, but because I’d chosen to use it for another purpose. So, no slur intended on the story, which I still believe in.
Believe it or not this is the second time I’ve sold a piece that I fully intended to retire once it came back from a market. My first ever sale was a similar situation, except that I was beginning to lose confidence in my writing as a whole. The boost came right when I needed it.
The moral of the tale, as I see it, is that the stories stay in circulation until they sell — no excuses.