Not to brag or anything…

As a writer, you throw your work out into the world and just hope to find an editor who gets you or to hit the right market at the right time. There is so little feedback from actual readers when you write short fiction and flash fiction.

It’s like screaming into a void sometimes.

When you go a few weeks or months without an acceptance, you start feeling like maybe you suck. Maybe the things that you published before were flukes. Maybe you should just retreat. Writers have the nastiest inner editors, for sure, and the submission process is grist for that particular mill.

You fling yourself out to your writer friends and they try to convince you that you are good, that your time will come, to keep on keeping on. And they are absolutely the people that get me through.

But this month, I got a bit of nice, external support. Reveiws! OMG, squee! If you are a reader, there’s no quicker way to make a writer’s day than to let them know their story meant something to you! Here are mine…

In the Amazon review for Ghostlight Magazine, my story “Bubblehead Road” got a sweet shout out.


I’m devoting a separate paragra[h[sic] to “Bubblehead Road” by Donna J. W. Monroe[sic] because–just wow–the story is flat out deserving of special mention. Someone, somewhere needs to make a short film of this story. It takes the country-bumpkin and teenagers in distress tropes to a whole new level. Your nerves will be fried when you finish this story.

Then in Trembling with Fear (6/9/19), my story “Finding the Center of the World with Feelers,” was the featured fiction. The nice review from the editor really made my day.

This week’s stories in Trembling with Fear start with Find the World’s Center with Feelers by Donna J. W. Monro[sic]. This is one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I have read for some time. Her use of language is fantastic, the imagery startlingly apt for the atmosphere generated. Elegant and descriptive, the story feels almost gentle on that quiet night as the main character takes what turns out to be his last walk. This tranquillity is in contrast to the horror of what is to come, the sheer acceptance of it. And then at the end, the reader, is directly addressed, is warned ‘As she flows toward you, here and not here, fascinating and terrible, as her lips press the eternity of love and hate she holds for us all into your little, finite mind, you’ll burn away.’ A powerful sentence which does ‘burn’ itself into your mind. In truth, I could I have picked out many examples of the quality of the writing but I’ll just say go and read it for yourself. Powerful, emotive, and with gorgeous imagery, this may be a horror story, but it is also a poem.

Just wow. Write reviews people! What a difference it makes.

If only I can get them to spell my name right. 🙂

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