“The Great Ultimate” was the most recent of the four short stories adapted from chapters of my as-of-yet-unpublished (grumble) novel, and in October of 2018, I was eager to start sending it out.
I submitted “The Great Ultimate” to fourteen magazines before Evergreen said yes. For me, fourteen is an extraordinarily small number of submissions prior to acceptance.
Getting into Evergreen took some gumshoe. Finding no formal submission process on their website, I first sent a different story, I Wanted Ten, to the “info” address—just an attachment to an email. Heard nothing. For months. When “I Wanted Ten” was accepted by Blue Lake Review, I did what The Big They say you are supposed to do in such a situation: I contacted Evergreen—again, by simple email—describing the situation and offering instead “The Great Ultimate.” I’ll let Dale take the story, from here. (Link: dale-peck-announces-alles-short-story-the-great-ultimate.)
Gotcha with the title, didn’t I? This is not my work, but a piece I edited for jmww journal. (Title in lower-case, indicating depth and literary quality.) It’s by Richard Prins. My Hangover … is Prins’s second piece for me. Come back for his debauched rumble, Already Yesterday.
For the last 24 hours, I have been an A+ editor (but a crappy sleeper). Last night, I tore through my pile o’ reads for Vestal Review. Today, I polished off my stack for JMWW Journal. This weekend, I actually get to edit some stuff for JMWW, rather than simply assess. Juicy, long-awaited editing, here I come!
There is a nice story—not true—that holds when Hitler decreed all Sweden’s Jews wear yellow stars, their King replied, “If our Jews wear yellow stars, we all wear yellow stars.” Again, nice story; not true.
What would be different if all of Europe had worn yellow? Nothing but yellow.
This is a photo from one rally protesting the visit by Trump this morning to Pittsburg.