I can’t believe that I’ve been away from blogging for almost four months. It’s a long time and yet it’s not, as though a truck whooshed past in slow mo.
I sent a couple of stories out during those months. An online journal accepted a story. I was thrilled. They publish a new piece every Monday. So I waited to see my fiction appear on their website; I was desperate to write a post here linking it to the piece. I waited.
Eight weeks passed, Mondays continued to be menacing. I considered writing to the Editor to check on the date of publication, but feared that my email query might be perceived as impolite. But, when the story didn’t appear last Monday, I wrote to them and got a response within an hour: that my story would publish on May 23, 2016.
I rubbed my eyes, scratched my head, comforted myself thinking the month of May this year was still away.
No. We’re already in August and the year mentioned in the response was 2016. Huh.
There was a note in the Editor’s reply that though my story would certainly appear on their website, it might also be in print if chosen for their yearly anthology.
I wanted to send a mail seeking clarification on the bewildering year-long gap between the dates of acceptance and publication. But I stopped, and surfed their website. The contributors, whose stories have appeared, are published writers with some having been published in ten other journals. This journal – with categories like fiction, non fiction, academic, poetry, and multimedia – chooses one piece from among these categories every week. The last short story under fiction was published six weeks ago.
Math: 4 pieces per month multiplied by 12 is 48. Since their reading periods – when one can send the stories – are three months in the beginning and three months in the middle of a calendar year, they possibly accepted 45 stories for publication before they accepted mine. They claim that they receive hundreds of submissions every year.
Which means May 23, 2016 is rewarding; a truck whooshing past in slow mo is comforting.