Finalist for the Robert Day Award for Fiction

I’ve been named a finalist for the Robert Day Award for Fiction, from the noted literary magazine New Letters. The editors are currently considering which finalist short stories it will publish in the magazine.

The short story I submitted, A Day in the City, is one of the first I began writing when, in the 1990s, I felt I finally had my fiction legs under me. I always thought it was a strong, worthy story, and as an example of how kooky discovery is in this field, the story has been rejected by magazines 52 times over the years (despite receiving very strong comments from a number of top editors). Even now, while I feel this award has validated my feelings, the story still may not be selected for publication. And, until it is, I can’t show it here or anywhere else, since it must be virginal to be considered by magazines. Tough stuff, eh? And I’ve had many similar experiences with poems, manuscripts, songs, and screenplays. Fortunately, however, in the case of poems, many that have been rejected numerous times, have finally been selected for publication. Ahh!!!

As I’ve been watching the baseball playoff games this October, I’m reminded of the fortitude required of professional baseball players. The other night it was noted how one outfielder in the game, now 28, had played in more than 700 minor league games before being called up to the majors last month.

BTW, New Letters is ranked #37 on a highly-regarded list of the top lit magazines. The ratings are based on the number of their contributors from the previous year who are selected as winners of the coveted Pushcart Prize. As an example, Paris Review is ranked #1.

The War Wages on in the Media Biz

If there’s any doubt about the disarray and desperation afoot in the music business, just check out the Internet’s affect on the media business – music, print and broadcast – overall over the past decade. A recent article in the New York Times covers the waterfront on this issue quite well.

While the devastation of digital democracy vis-à-vis the Web made its first blitz through the belly of the music biz, the print media was next in line, and the battlefield there rivals Antietam.

As a journalist and PR man – in addition to my music career – I’ve felt the devastation first hand. I’m intimately involved in the newspaper field and have seen dozens of friends and colleagues tossed out on the street as media chains have filed Chapter 11 and newspapers large and small have folded. Some first class writers and photographers I know can’t get arrested in their field right now. Personally, it makes me sad. Professionally, it brings home the realities of what us music artists face as we search for a viable business model.

And it brings to mind post on Music Think Tank by Derek Sivers entitled “Unlearning.” In it, he claims everyone who says they know what the future music model is is simply “full of shit.” What’s significant about his colorful observation isn’t so much its tude as its truth.

Sivers has been around enough to know (even what he doesn’t). And his recent read on our industry resonates through the Times article cited above, from Rupert Murdoch’s shaky search-engine trial to the uncertain, even timid efforts of Time Inc. and the New York Times itself.

With the new decade upon us, we can only hope that a less bloody battlefield lies ahead.
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