19 August 2025

Hot Streak


Attempting to predict anything in publishing is a mug’s game, especially trying to predict how long it will take for a short story to find a home.

I’ve been on a roll this summer, with 10 original short story acceptances beginning June 20 and ending as I write this, a few days before it posts. (I placed a pair of reprints and a few originals earlier this year, but I’m only looking at my recent summer sales because there are some interesting things to note.)

Ten acceptances in nine weeks means an average of 1.11 acceptances per week. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had acceptances at a rate averaging more than once a week.

Six were accepted by paying publications; four by non-paying publications.

Three stories were accepted on first submission, five on second submission, and two on third submission.

The two fastest responses came quickly—one the same day as the submission and the other the day after submission. The slowest response took one year and 11 days. Ignoring the three outliers, acceptances ranged from eight days to 120 days.

One story took 10 days from submission to acceptance, but in between the editor requested some small revisions, so I date the acceptance as the day the editor accepted the revised version.

One other story required a revision before it was accepted, but the editor did not request the revision. The original rejection letter was so specific that I knew what I needed to change to fix/improve the story, but the story sat on my computer for more than three years before I figured out how to solve the problem. I submitted the revised story to the same editor with a note about why I was resubmitting it and what I had done to fix the problem. An acceptance followed. So, it sold on second submission, but to the same editor who had previously rejected it.

Eight of the stories are crime fiction. Two are romances.

One story was written to invitation. One was written for an open-call anthology. The two romances were originally written for a specific market that did not accept them. The other stories were of the “write first, market second” variety, which I haven’t been doing much of the past few years. Most of my writing has been “market first, write second”—that is, writing stories by invitation or writing to meet specific open-call anthology guidelines.

Now, here’s where I found some interesting data:

One story was written in 2003, one in 2010, two in 2016, one in 2020, one in 2024, and the last four were written this year, which means the oldest story would be old enough to vote, were it a person, and another would be getting its learner’s permit to drive. Many of the publications where I placed these stories did not exist when I wrote the stories.

What I learned from these acceptances is two-fold: 1) Never throw anything away because 2) the market is in constant flux.

I’ll be surprised if this pace continues, but it might. I’ve been looking through my unsold stories and putting them back out to market. After all, they’ll never be published if I don’t submit them.

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I’ve been having a good streak with publications as well. In addition to the five stories I mentioned in my two previous posts, two more stories are hitting newsstands and mailboxes as you read:

“The Girl in the Shop” appears in the September/October issue of Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine and “Blind Pig” appears in the September/October issue of Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine.

Curves” was published August 17 on Guilty Crime Story Magazines website.

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Like many of you, I’ll be at Bouchercon in New Orleans the first week of September.

Barb Goffman and I will accept the inaugural Derringer Award for Best Anthology for Murder, Neat. I will also be celebrating Tammy Euliano’s Derringer Award for Best Long Story for “Heart of Darkness” (Scattered, Smothered, Covered, and Chunked, which I co-edited with Stacy Woodson), and I’ll be celebrating Stacy Woodson’s Derringer Award for Best Novelette for “The Cadillac Job” (Chop Shop, which I edited).

I’ll be hanging on tenterhooks awaiting word about M.E. Proctor’s Shamus Award nomination for Best PI Story for “Drop Dead Gorgeous” (Janie’s Got a Gun, which I edited).

And I’ll be hanging on different tenterhooks awaiting the announcement of the Anthony Award for Best Anthology because I co-edited two of the nominees: Murder, Neat, with Barb Goffman, and Scattered, Smothered, Covered, and Chunked, with Stacy Woodson.

I’ll also be participating in two events:

“Killing Your Darlings: Edit that Manuscript,” a panel discussion with me, Luisa Cruz Smith, Donald Maass, Paula Munier, and Otto Penzler, moderated by Sara J. Henry. Friday 2:30–3:25 p.m. in Galarie 5-6, followed by a signing in the Acadia Ballroom.

“Jumpstart Your Story,” which I’ll co-host with Harry Hunsicker and Stacy Woodson. Saturday, 10:00–11:00 a.m., in the Media Room.

If you see me, say howdy!

18 August 2025

Revisiting the Art of My Youth


The group of young Asian Americans beside me gaze at The Starry Night with its sharp spears of cypress piercing the swirling patterns of the sky.

"Is it real?" one of them asks.

"It is," I say. "Those are the real colors Van Gogh painted and the real brushstrokes. You won't see those in the immersive digitized version. This exhibition from the 1880s to the 1940s is only a fraction of what we got to look at every week when I was a kid. But the art from the 1960s to the 2020s hadn't been painted yet."

On the day of this conversation, I'd just scored a free year's MoMA membership, usually three figures, as a perk of the NYC ID that New York residents are entitled to as photo ID with numerous benefits. When I was in high school, I spent every Saturday afternoon at the Museum of Modern Art. We took the subway from Queens and feasted on art for free. Now, they've curated the hell out of the bits of the collection on display. My very favorite, Pavel Tchelitchew's Hide and Seek, doesn't fit any category so may never make the cut.

The Cubists have plenty of wall space. I've been reading a mystery series based on art crimes, the Genevieve Lenard novels by Estelle Ryan. The Braque Connection gave me a new appreciation of Cubism and Georges Braque in particular, as seen through the eyes of its autistic protagonist. I'd never liked Braque because his art at MoMA in the 1950s was limited to a few brown and gray paintings, which hung next to similar brown and gray canvases by his buddy Picasso. A visit to Google Images taught me that Braque had an enormous stylistic range and a broad and vivid palette. Back at MoMA in 2025, I looked at his work and that of Picasso, Juan Gris, and the other Cubists with fresh eyes. Braque's Road near l'Estaque, which I don't remember, is a Cubist abstraction with the colors of a Cézanne.

Some of the paintings I visited many times in my teens made me feel as if I'd come home. Henri Rousseau's The Sleeping Gypsy, Chagall's I and the Village, and Cézanne's Château Noir all put a huge smile on my face.

17 August 2025

Long Live Storytellers


A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread– and Thou
    Beside me singing in the Wilderness
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
    — Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám

The fall of the Ottoman Empire merely increased Western romance of North Africa and the Far East. Suddenly North America found itself fascinated by Ottoman and Eastern Indian arts, their literature, poetry, music, dance, architecture, fabric art, and painting. Americans were shown the beauty of the Taj Mahal and the depth of poet philosophers Omar the Tentmaker and Rumi.

Actual knowledge was imperfect, and artists of the day happily filled in gaps relying more on imagination than edification. By way of example, the humorous 1877 poem ‘Abdul Abulbul Amir’ enjoyed renewed popularity in 1940 and remained a staple in grade school education as late as 1960 or so. The poem, songs, and cartoon films relied on Ottoman and Russian caricatures.

Shéhérazade
Shéhérazade and Dunyazade entertaining Sultan Shahryar

Roc On

Artists of the day wove Middle Eastern cultural memes and motifs into art nouveau, themes with flowing robes and diaphanous gowns, harems and hijabs, heroin and hookahs. Classical composers, including Ravel, Rimsky-Korsakov, and Schumann, found the tales of Shéhérazade (Scheherazade) irresistible.

She and her often overlooked sister, Dunyazade, inspired other storytellers, playwrights, and filmmakers. With her stories within a story featuring Aladdin, Sinbad, Ali Baba and his clever sister Morgiana, she’s my candidate for finest storyteller of all time. Certainly she was motivated… her life depended upon her storied skills.

Scientific American, June 2025

SciAm

Scientific American, founded in 1845, is our Western Hemisphere’s longest, continually published magazine. Reading the June issue, I unexpectedly came across an article on writing, leading with a history of Shéhérazade.

The thrust of the piece, ‘The Power of Storytelling’ (pp.78-79) contends writers (a) live longer and (b) more readily find meaning in life, which they refer to as a ‘why’ mindset, why as opposed to how.

Reading between the lines suggest internalizing ((b), finding purpose in life), reduces stress and increases interest in the world around us, boosts ((a), longevity). Researchers further posit storytelling benefits introverts, building a platform to express themselves and expanding social ties.

Emphasizing why is more important than how, study author Ron Shachar indicates two skills necessary for writers.

  1. Linking events together in a cohesive, coherent manner, i.e, connecting the plot dots.
  2. Seeing the world through the eyes of others, understanding the ‘why’ motives of characters in a story.

That brings us back to Shéhérazade, a storyteller who not only understood her characters, she fathomed her Audience of One. After all, her life depended upon it.

16 August 2025

Are You Running Out of Things to Read, or Watch?


If so, consider some of these.

First, though . . . rewind eight days. Picture me having an e-conversation last week with a writer friend, about favorite books and movies. What happened was, we both had so many, we were categorizing them by genre. (Can you see that my life is sometimes less than exciting?)

Back to the present. The result of that recent discussion is the following list of my favorite movies, novels, TV series, and short stories in each of several genres of fiction. Note: They go beyond the basic five genres (mystery/crime, SF/fantasy, romance, Western, and horror) to include ten subgenres. If the subgenres aren't familiar to you, that's okay. I made them up.

Another note: While I hope you'll agree with a few of my reading/viewing choices, I'm sure you won't like some--you might not like any--so be aware of one thing: These are not necessarily what I consider to be the BEST movies. They're just the ones I enjoyed the most. I do recognize that Citizen Kane, Schindler's List, Nosferatu, The English Patient, etc., are great achievements, but it'll be a cold day in Jamaica when they show up in my favorites list. 

For better or worse, here are my personal choices:

MYSTERY/CRIME

Favorite movie: L. A. Confidential (1997)

Novel: Plum Island, Nelson DeMille

TV/streaming series: The Sopranos (HBO, 1999-2007)

Short story: "Man from the South," Roald Dahl


SCIENCE FICTION/FANTASY

Favorite movie: Aliens (1986)

Novel: The Stand, Stephen King

TV/streaming series: Game of Thrones (HBO, 2011-2019)

Short story: "A Sound of Thunder," Ray Bradbury


ROMANCE

Favorite movie: Sleepless in Seattle (1993)

Novel: The Princess Bride, William Goldman

TV/streaming series: The Thorn Birds (ABC, 1983)

Short story: "The Gift of the Magi," O. Henry

 

WESTERN

Favorite movie: Once Upon a Time in the West (1968)

Novel: Lonesome Dove, Larry McMurtry

TV/streaming series: Deadwood (HBO, 2004-2006)

Short story: "Three-Ten to Yuma," Elmore Leonard


HORROR

Favorite movie: Psycho (1960)

Novel: Magic, William Goldman

TV/streaming series: Stranger Things (Netflix, 2016-2025)

Short story: "Nightmare at 20,000 Feet," Richard Matheson


ADVENTURE

Favorite movie: Jurassic Park (1993)

Novel: Sands of the Kalahari, William Mulvihill

TV/streaming series: Lost (ABC, 2004-2010)

Short story: "Mrs. Todd's Shortcut," Stephen King


COMEDY

Favorite movie: Blazing Saddles (1974)

Novel: One for the Money, Janet Evanovich

TV/streaming series: Cheers (NBC, 1982-1993)

Short story: "The Kugelmass Episode," Woody Allen


DRAMA

Favorite movie: Casablanca (1942)

Novel: From Here to Eternity, James Jones

TV/streaming series: Mad Men (AMC, 2007-2015)

Short story: "The Last Rung on the Ladder," Stephen King


HISTORICAL

Favorite movie: Gladiator (2000)

Novel: Pillars of the Earth, Ken Follett

TV/streaming series: Rome (HBO, 2005-2006)

Short story: "The Lottery," Shirley Jackson


FAMILY

Favorite movie: It's a Wonderful Life (1946)

Novel: The Hobbit, J. R. R. Tolkien

TV/streaming series: Little House on the Prairie (NBC, 1974-1982)

Short story: "The Boy Who Cried Wolf," Aesop


ESPIONAGE

Favorite movie: Goldfinger (1964)

Novel: Eye of the Needle, Ken Follett

TV/streaming series: Slow Horses (Apple TV+, 2022-)

Short story: "Deep Down," Lee Child


SOUTHERN

Favorite movie: Deliverance (1972)

Novel: To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee

TV/streaming series: Evening Shade (CBS, 1990-1994)

Short story: "Poachers," Tom Franklin


SPORTS

Favorite movie: The Natural (1984)

Novel: The Hustler, Walter Tevis

TV/streaming series: G.L.O.W. (Netflix, 2017-2019)

Short story: "The Swimmer," John Cheever


LEGAL/COURTROOM

Favorite movie: 12 Angry Men (1957)

Novel: Presumed Innocent, Scott Turow

TV/streaming series: Goliath (Amazon Prime Video, 2016-2021)

Short story: "Witness for the Prosecution," Agatha Christie


WAR

Favorite movie: The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)

Novel: The Hunt for Red October, Tom Clancy

TV/streaming series: Band of Brothers (HBO, 2001)

Short story: "The Snows of Kilimanjaro," Ernest Hemingway

Before you ask . . . Yes, there was a lot of indecision in coming up with these. For example, I almost chose The Godfather for favorite crime movie, Galaxy Quest and Raising Arizona for funniest, Somewhere in Time for romance, Shane for Western novel, the first few seasons of The Walking Dead for TV horror, etc., etc., and if I'd waited until next month to make this list, it'd probably look a lot different. And yes, I also made a list of what I thought were the worst movies, novels, etc., in every category, but decided to keep those to myself. There's already enough acid indigestion in the world.

Which brings us to my question: What are some of your favorite movies, novels, TV series, and shorts? Do we agree on any of them?


Now, where'd I put that remote . . . ? 


15 August 2025

The Great Shakespeare Watch


William Shakespeare

Awhile back, I talked about a couple of Shakespeare's plays being noir. Actually, a lot of his plays are noir. The Merchant of Venice, of course, tops the list and was my original reason for posting. At the time, I was reading my way through the plays.

In the comments, someone said Shakespeare was meant to be seen, not read. That was a "Well, duh" moment for me. I've seen Richard III and The Tempest as done by the Cincinnati Shakespeare Festival years back, both excellently done. But I thought, I've only seen a handful of these as movies. So I made this my project for the year: See all of Shakespeare's plays on YouTube or as a movie. As of this writing, I have four left: The Winter's Tale, The TempestHenry VIII, and The Two Noble Kinsmen. Included was Edward III, which, until the 1990s, was not considered one of his. A handful are still questioned as his, most notably Pericles

Because some plays aren't as well-known as others, it becomes hard to look for versions online. Some, like the Henry VI trilogy, varied wildly between an RSC television special from the 1960s to a youth Shakespeare camp to a local Shakespeare company doing a table read over Zoom. The last was actually kind of fun to watch. 

Of course, there were the classic movies, like Pacino's turn as Shylock in The Merchant of Venice. My favorite remains Ian McKellan's take on Richard III. But the biggest surprise to me was Joel Coen's MacBeth, with Denzel Washington in the title role. (Talk about Shakespeare as noir!)

In having to comb YouTube for some of the plays (I didn't want to spend money on a Britbox or Marqee subscription.), I've found the plays filmed on stage to be uneven in quality. Some of this, of course, was the ability of the actors. One, MIT's reality-show take on Timon of Athens. Then acting and editing were...Let's call it an acquired taste. But the concept worked rather well. Some had a lot of heart and some great performances, but were not exactly Wil's best. In particularit's obvious why Edward III took so long to be included in Shakespeare's canon. It's Shakespearean in style, but the story begins with the titular Edward wooing Joan of Kent while the back half is about the Black Prince, though said Black Prince is offstage for most of it. Shakespeare would likely have focused on Prince Edward. 

 So, should one read or watch Shakespeare's plays? Oh, watch is definitely preferred. How else can you see Falstaff, the Bard's prototype for Harry Mudd and other rogues? But reading the Henry Trilogy (and The Merry Wives of Windsor) can be fun, especially if you read Sir John's lines aloud? I wish this binge included a turn by Brian Blessed as Falstaff. He's an obnoxious lout, but he's my favorite recurring Shakespeare character. 



 

14 August 2025

Crime Scene Comix Case 2025-08-034, Boxed In


Once again we highlight our criminally favorite cartoonist, Future Thought channel of YouTube. We love the sausage-shaped Shifty, a Minion gone bad.

Yikes! In this Crime Time episode, only one outcome is possible.

 
   
  © www.FutureThought.tv

 

That’s today’s crime cinema. Hope you enjoyed the show. Be sure to visit Future Thought YouTube channel.

13 August 2025

The Power of the Word


 

A few years ago, I wrote a column about Lara Prescott’s book, The Secrets We Kept, a novel about CIA’s successful efforts in the late 1950’s to bootleg Boris Pasternak’s Doctor Zhivago, which Novy Mir had refused to publish.  CIA arranged for the first Russian-language edition, and snuck back it into the USSR, hoping to embarrass the Kremlin.  They got more than they hoped for when Pasternak won the Nobel Prize but was discouraged (to put it mildly) from accepting.  For the Soviet Union, it was a public-relations disaster, the engines of terror fearful of a poet.  The story is fiction, but the context, the history, is genuine.  Zhivago opened a crack in the monolith.



Here’s another one.  An account of a CIA covert program with the codename HELPFUL, which is about the projection of soft power.  The author is Charlie English, and the story he tells is called The CIA Book Club.  The idea behind the operation is that reading unregimented literature, books that question the orthodoxy or the received wisdom, can unlock the curious mind.  Not just Orwell and Solzhenitsyn, but Kurt Vonnegut, and Agatha Christie, and Albert Camus.

The focus is Poland in the 1980’s, and interestingly, the book-smuggling effort parallels the rise of Solidarity.  CIA was not directly involved with Solidarity – they were careful to maintain deniability – but they channeled money to the movement, through third parties.  The book thing, though, was more indirect.  It was an opposition of ideas, or of culture, in a generic, popular sense: not Plato’s Republic so much as current issues of Cosmopolitan.  There was, yes, an element of cultural imperialism, Charlie English admits, but the impulse was to show a life outside the Iron Curtain, to show that there was an opportunity for that life, beyond Soviet domination.

It’s a significant distinction.  Not that the lure of a life in Peoria is a better shopping experience than you’d find in Warsaw, an unlimited inventory of Air Jordans, but that Warsaw could aspire to a larger life.  That through reading, through an act of imagination, the act of experiencing a forbidden reality, you could internalize it, you could breathe that intoxicating air.  These people didn’t want to defect, or escape, from Eastern Europe, they wanted to reinvent a community of hope.

Entertaining that future of infinite possibilities seems like a peculiarly American sensibility, Frederick Jackson Turner’s myth of the frontier, and perhaps the New World re-exported it to the Old, but it’s reductive – and condescending - to think in exceptionalist terms.  The eager readers of those books, in Poland and Moldova and Ukraine, didn’t need to be persuaded.  What they were looking for was the light at the end of the tunnel, and the CIA book smugglers opened a road map.

It’s a fascinating window on what appears to be a more innocent age, too.  I’ve always been struck by the irony, that the Soviet Union would ban books, and send writers to mental hospitals, or the Gulag, and in the U.S., we’d let market forces do the work.  Behind the Iron Curtain, you took a Pasternak or a Milovan Djilas seriously; here, you’d simply let them die of neglect. 

It speaks to the power of the written word, even in this degraded information environment, that we can look back at this footnote to the Cold War, and realize wistfully that books lit the match.  They were refuge, and rescue, and the last, best hope of the future.