I’m about to finish writing a new short story. To whom should I send it? That’s become a more interesting question in recent years. Instead of the print journals in which I’ve published for thirty years or more, perhaps I should try an electronic magazine. Would the Internet, I wonder, provide the same sense of satisfaction, let alone cachet? In other words, am I willing to put my own work where I regularly assign others—in the equivalent of a KROnline rather than a Kenyon Review?
Right now I’m in that final stage of polishing, of developing particular moments or scenes, of shifting sentences here and there. For me, this is where writing fiction is the most fun. I am not as impatient as when I was younger. The engagement, the act of writing, has over the years become more important to me. It’s finally the only solace for this profession—and more fulfilling than publication itself.
