Short Fiction Sells, or How to Sell Your Short Story

Since I took the seat of editor-in-chief for the Free Bundle Magazine, one of the questions I find myself answering the most is where can I sell my short stories? Many writers appear not to know the immeasurable value of their short stories, and since our payment scheme is a little different than what most Speculative Fiction magazines are offering nowadays, I decided to write an essay on Medium about it.

The essay in question includes an up-to-date list of all the places where you can sell your short stories online and, as a bonus, a personal story about how I sold one of my own tales: Mr Graham Smith, The most remarkable man who ever was, how it became a free audio book, and how that single sale changed my perception on the benefit of publishing short stories online.

The article is titled: Short Fiction Sells: The Definitive Guide to Submitting Your Speculative Sci-Fi & Fantasy Short Stories.

Far Beyond the Stars

When CBS launched Star Trek: Discovery worldwide, I couldn’t help but writing a very critical commentary in Medium to point out the show’s many flaws and their solutions. While some of these are now out of their scope (one of the solutions was to bring award-winning screenwriters who had previously worked on the franchise onboard, like the now-deceased Harlan Ellison,) I made sure to point out the importance of recognizing the work done not only by the cast of the show’s first season but from the previous Star Trek installments as well.

On the importance of libraries and personal archives

I have been having a sort of academic discussion with a fellow friend and writer about what constitutes into a writer’s archive. As some of you may or may not know, every professional writer keeps what it is informally known in the business as “the files”, which is nothing but a collection of unfinished stories, snippets of research promptly jotted down on napkins and, in some cases, entire chapters ashamedly (sometimes wisely done so) removed from published work that will never see the light of day.

Seventy years ago the definition of “my files’ signified, for most writers, the possession of a metallic file cabinet often found in the offices’ supply shop at a very convenient discount located either next to the home desk or at a corner.

Having just one file cabinet and it meant you were a weekend writer, a hobbyist, someone who was too afraid to quit the day job to launch yourself into the adventure of being poor. Have more than one cabinet, but less than three, and it meant that perhaps you were an academic of some sorts, a “connoisseur”, a person of several interests who was indeed on the way to somewhere.