First, the financials weren’t working. Dividing payment for each story by the number of hours I put into it, it worked out that patrolling city streets for lost change was probably a more lucrative use of the time. Second, I became convinced that fewer people were reading the magazine than were reading this blog (and that’s saying something). Finally, I had to admit I wasn’t really adding anything to the genre of crime fiction. My stuff seemed pretty dour and derivative, which is not the sort of thing people enjoy reading. I know I don’t. Ditto with writing it.
I don’t think any of those things has changed, but I’m going to hit it again anyway. We all have our precious few talents, and it’s probably better to use them than complain that they’re not enough. This time I don’t think I’m going to think so much about selling — maybe that will clear away the vague inhibitions that have surely been blocking my true genius. I’m kidding.
If you have time, click on the image above and read my 2008 story “The Gray Lady.” It was my first stab at a ghost yarn and I’ve been thinking of bringing back one of the characters in it.
Meantime, if you have an interest in detective fiction, check out the blog of my friend and former colleague Peter Rosovsky. He focuses on international writers, because that’s where all the best stuff is being written. In the U.S., it seems, all the best crime writers are concentrating on TV.