Theoretically, for some writers, stories might come easily. Perhaps they write themselves — I’ve heard such legends, here and there.
I’ve never seen one in the flesh. Stories, for me, are a lot of piecemeal labor, stitchery, a bit of luck, and (I believe), a tiny twinge of magic.
Some take longer than others to arrive. My short story, “Blown”, began with an image of a woman in a shack at night, staring at her reflection in an uncurtained window. She was waiting for a man with a gun. She was not the least afraid.
That is how my dear Livvy was born — and, from there, she’s had her share of adventures, both within the story and without.
I wrote “Blown” in the summer of 2010, submitted it, got rejected, revised it . . . lather, rinse, repeat. Tick, tock, time passed. I worked on “Blown” between other projects, always believing it would find its true, final form. It did, with some fabulous editorial advice from Roxane Gay, of PANK Magazine. Thanks to Roxane, my little story found its proper home. Please visit it here, in the April 2012 issue of PANK.