Posts Tagged ‘Pentecost’

My Response To Apricity Magazine

December 27, 2018

 

In mid-July of 2018, I submitted a short story to Apricity Magazine. I didn’t receive any email confirmation, and didn’t hear back from them for five months. When I did, it was a rejection, and it came on December 24, 2018; Christmas Eve.

As any serious short story writer knows, rejections are part of the game. They’re never a welcome thing, of course, and depending on how the rest of your life is going, can often be downright depressing. And if, like me, you send out lots of submissions, then, like me, you’ve probably experienced getting more than one rejection on the same day. It’s a horrible feeling. I call it the ol’ one-two punch. So at first, this rejection didn’t bother me too much. But the more I thought about it, the more I began to realize that sending a writer a rejection on a major holiday is a terrible thing for an editor to do.

Now, here I must explain that I’m not really sentimental around the holidays. Mostly, they’re just an annoyance. But the majority of people in our society do get sentimental around Christmastime, which I’m sure includes a great many writers. I can imagine how disheartening it would be for a writer who’s looking forward to a warm and happy Christmas to get a rejection on a day like Christmas Eve. And what about those writers who’re prone to depression around the holidays for one reason or another? I know from experience how it feels to get a rejection when you’re already depressed about life. It’s terrible. So the more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

That’s why I decided to write a letter expressing my thoughts to Apricity Magazine.

At this point, I have to stress that I’m not so obtuse that I can’t see the situation from Apricity’s point of view. I’m sure the editors have been working hard to finalize the details for the next issue of their magazine, which includes the unfortunate task of sending out rejection emails to authors who’ve submitted to them. I’m further sure that they wanted to get the last of their emails sent off before Christmas, when they’d be home and spending time with their loved ones. I’m sure—at least, I hope—that they were too busy to stop and think about how authors might feel about getting rejections on Christmas Eve. And I’m equally sure that I wasn’t the only author who got one that day.

So, yes, I can understand. Editing and publishing a magazine isn’t an easy job, and sometimes to get a job done you have to be a bit coldhearted.

Still, that’s no excuse. My reasoning for saying this is, after spending months sorting through the stories, the chore of sending out rejection emails could’ve easily been put off for a couple days. All it takes is a bit of conscientiousness to stop and say, “Wait a minute. Maybe rejecting an artist’s work on Christmas Eve isn’t the best thing to do for obvious reasons.”

It would also be disingenuous of me not to admit that writing a letter to an editor after a rejection is considered very unprofessional. Some of the websites I visit when researching places to submit even have disclaimers specifically asking writers not to do that, which I can also understand. I’m sure a lot of writers out there don’t take rejection well, and probably respond with some very angry and crude messages. All of which is to say that I didn’t undertake this task lightly. I gave it some serious thought. But in the end, I decided that it had to be done.

Fellow writers of the world, I wrote this letter for all of us.


Hello, Apricity Magazine.

Earlier today, I received a rejection email from your publication regarding my short story: “Pentecost.” Unfortunately, I deleted the email, so I’m unable to respond directly to the editor. I sent that submission in July, which was five months ago. So your magazine waited FIVE MONTHS, only to reject my story on CHRISTMAS EVE?

I’ve put up with a lot of BS from publishers over the years, but this will not stand. There’s no reason why you couldn’t have waited a couple days before sending out that email. Christmas is a time when most people are spending time with family, trying to be positive about life. Many people struggle with mental health issues during this time. Authors are artists, and sensitive about their work; so sending a rejection on Christmas Eve of all days is one of the most insensitive things I can imagine a publisher doing to an author. It’s like spitting in someone’s face just before sucker punching him/her in the gut.

Now, I’m well acquainted with the harsh realities of the publishing world, blah-blah-blah. You still did an unnecessarily heartless thing. As for me, I’m a bit of a Scrooge, so make no mistake: I’m writing this letter not for me, but on behalf of all of the other writers in the world who have to tolerate this sort of treatment. It leeches the joy out of the very act of writing.

So in conclusion, allow me to say that I’ll never dream of submitting to you people ever again, and I’m going to make sure that all of my author friends—as well as everyone who subscribes to my various blogs, social media pages, content channels, etc.—know about this, and know how you treat writers.

Enough is enough, and it’s time that we authors let our voices be heard.


Luckily, there’s a happy ending here. In that five month interim, “Pentecost” was published by The Rye Whiskey Review @ https://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2018/12/pentecost-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez_2.html

Thanks for reading.

JLR

Pentecost @ The Rye Whiskey Review!

December 4, 2018

 

Hey, everyone! I’m excited to announce that my short story: “Pentecost,” has been published to The Rye Whiskey Review E-zine!

Check it out @ https://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2018/12/pentecost-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez_2.html

Thank you.

JLR

Pentecost (Spoken Word Excerpt)

January 26, 2017

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Pentecost (Short Story Excerpt)

January 17, 2017

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April 14th, 2017
Stark City, Oregon.
6:01 a.m.

“I will extol Thee, Oh Lord!” Reverend Gideon Brahm recited with all the enthusiasm he could muster. Bathed in flickering candlelight, his eyes stung from lack of sleep. His throat ached from seventy-eight hours of near-constant preaching about life, death, love, Pentecost, and—he hoped—resurrection. “For Thou hast lifted me up…”
Gideon’s heart sank as he gazed at his dwindling flock. Three days ago, he’d begun this doomed experiment with twelve handpicked apostles, and half of them had fled.

Half of them had denied him.

“And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me!”

Tall and lean, Gideon looked much younger than his actual age of forty-three. He wore his light brown hair shoulder-length, framing his smooth, handsome face. A face that’s charmed many out of their money, and lured many others into his thrall.

“Oh Lord, my God…”

Even now, hair mussed and tangled, eyes ringed with dark circles, Gideon radiated warmth and compassion. A natural born leader. A man you’d trust with your very soul.

“I cried unto Thee, and Thou hast healed me!”

Before Gideon lay a white satin sheet. Atop the sheet lay a pale, putrescent thing which couldn’t be healed—by The Lord or otherwise. A corpse. A naked old woman. Name, unknown. Cause of death, unknown. Its wrinkled face looked slack and peaceful; eyes closed, lips parted. Arms spread in a T, fingers curled into partial fists.

The eternal pose of the crucified.

“Oh Lord, Thou hast brought up my soul from the grave…”

Washed but not embalmed, the old woman’s body had been culled from Stark Memorial Services by a fellow devotee. Already, it carried the sour stench of death, and the flesh beneath its breasts and buttocks had begun to blacken.

“Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down into the pit!”

Around the corpse sat the remnants of Gideon’s flock. Like Gideon, they wore white satin robes tied at their waists with golden cords, and nothing else.

“Sing unto The Lord, Oh ye saints of His…”

To Gideon’s left sat Dennis Moore. A kind man with a kind face, Gideon thought. A distraught woman lay across his lap, weeping. Dennis held her, chewing his bottom lip as he absorbed the sermon. Gideon had known Dennis for five years. A friend invited him to Gideon’s now defunct Lambs of Nazareth bible study group; long before Gideon proclaimed himself an actual prophet.

Before a lot of things.

“And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness!”

Marla Smith, the woman clinging to Dennis, had also belonged to the Lambs of Nazareth. A very average woman, Gideon thought. Unloved, unmarried, and childless. But Gideon had slowed Marla’s descent into spinsterhood with several detours to his bedroom. Not that she’d minded. It felt good to be wanted, and the lovemaking had grown in both frequency and intensity—

Until Hope arrived.

“For His anger endureth but a moment; in His favor is life!”

Beside Marla sat Rick Daniels, shivering and stroking his thick, blonde mustache. He looked like a used car salesman, Gideon thought. Gideon had known Rick for three years. After ordering his flock to disseminate flyers proclaiming him a Prophet of the New Age, Gideon first met Rick, flyer in hand, outside his church. Fresh from rehab, Rick had seemed lost and lonesome, and Gideon welcomed him with open arms, advising him to fill his life not with booze, but with God.

Trading one addiction for another.

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning!”

Beside Rick sat Gwen Robinson, grinning, hands clasped between her flabby breasts. Not a very bright woman, Gideon thought. But pleasant; the very definition of obedient. And gullible. When Gideon spoke in tongues, she’d shout, “Praise Reverend Brahm!” When Gideon placed his hands on an arthritic old man and proclaimed him free of pain, she’d shout, “Praise Reverend Brahm!” When Gideon spoke of the paradise awaiting all those who followed him, she’d shout, “Praise Reverend Brahm!”

And by the rapture on her face, Gwen had zero doubt that Gideon would fulfill his messianic prophecy.

“And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved!”

Beside Gwen sat Ruth Miller—the oldest of Gideon’s flock—impassive as she brushed the corpse’s hair. Impassive, though her thin hands trembled with every stroke. Two years ago, Gideon had convinced Ruth of his power by conducting a séance in which he’d contacted her uncle; the man who’d molested her at the tender age of twelve. “He says he’s deeply sorry,” Gideon told her. “And he wishes he could take it all back.” Afterward, Ruth handed Gideon a check which had decimated her savings but cemented her position in the flock.

And both enjoyed the benefits of forgiveness.

“Lord, by Thy favor, Thou has made my mountain to stand strong!”

Shaking, Gideon turned to his most beloved follower, Hope Rochester. So beautiful, so pious and docile. A former cheerleader, and it showed. Long, slender legs. Petite waist. Firm breasts. Bright blue eyes. She sat with her head bowed, blonde hair shrouding her angelic face. Though exhausted, looking at Hope stoked a wicked desire deep in Gideon’s loins.

A temptation into which he’d already been led.

“Thou didst hide Thy face, and I was troubled!”

Dennis, Marla, Rick, Gwen, Ruth, and Hope. All of them believed that God—not fate, not luck, not mere coincidence, but God—had brought Gideon into their lives. Thus, they believed that God had gathered them together in Unit 313 of the Warrington Arms apartment complex to witness a miracle.

To be touched by the Holy Spirit.


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JLR

Jesse Lynn Rucilez Author Resume

January 2, 2017

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Jesse Lynn Rucilez was born in Reno, Nevada. Growing up, Jesse was an avid reader of Sherlock Holmes stories and Marvel Comics. Throughout his life, Jesse has mainly worked in the security industry, both in Seattle, Washington and Reno, Nevada, and taught self-defense for several years before deciding to focus on writing. Inspired by authors such as Harlan Ellison, Stephen King, and Kurt Vonnegut, he prefers to write literary horror and science fiction, exploring what he calls “the dark side of the American Dream.”


Death of a Hacker (Mystery, 247 words), 2013, Included in The Darwin Murders e-book anthology (Editors: Candace C. Bowen/Paul De Lancey).

https://www.amazon.com/Darwin-Murders-Candace-C-Bowen-ebook/dp/B00ENQBI7Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1483100789&sr=1-1&keywords=darwin+murders


Meal of A Lifetime (Horror, 3,188 words), 2015, Empty Sink Publishing (Editor: Suanne Schafer).

http://emptysinkpublishing.com/fiction/meal-of-a-lifetime/


Epicenter (Science Fiction, 3,119 words), 2016, Empty Sink Publishing (Editor: Suanne Schafer), Pushcart Prize Nominee.

http://emptysinkpublishing.com/fiction/epicenter/

Reprint: 2018, The Rye Whiskey Review (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

http://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2018/06/epicenter-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez.html


Blood & Stuffing (Fantasy, 3,561 words), 2016, Orcs Unlimited (Editor” Pat McNary). Original fiction based on The Escape From Teddy Bear Island RPG.

http://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/121543/Escape-from-Teddy-Bear-Island


In Spite of Her Will (Literature, 2,034 words), 2017, The Borfski Press (Editor: Shawn Hatfield).

https://theborfskipress.com/2017/06/19/issue-ii-out-now/


Lucifer In High-heels (Literature, 1,892 words), 2017, Ramingo’s Porch (Editor Mendes Biondo).

https://www.amazon.com/Ramingos-Porch-Issue/dp/0998847658/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1511617834&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Ramingo%27s+Porch

Reprint: 2018, The Dope Fiend Daily (Editor: Scot Simmons).

https://thedopefienddaily.blogspot.com/2018/08/lucifer-in-high-heels-by-jesse-rucilez.html


Delirium Tremens (Horror, 3,765 words), 2018, Anotherealm Online Literary Magazine (Editor: Gary Markette).

http://www.anotherealm.com/2018/ar120118.php


Ashes & Embers (Mystery/Fantasy, 6,630 words), 2018, Orcs Unlimited (Editor: Pat Mcnary). Original fiction based on characters and concepts from the Small Wardens RPG.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GPZTJQ2/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1534898604&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_QL65&keywords=long+tail+p.i.&dpPl=1&dpID=51zeXk5EuNL&ref=plSrch


Blurring The Edge (Literature, 4,593 words), 2018, Ramingo’s Porch (Editor: Mendes Biondo).

https://www.amazon.com/Ramingos-Porch-Issue-3/dp/1948920042


As If Nothing Ever Happened (Literature, 460 words), The Rye Whiskey Review (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

http://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2018/06/as-if-nothing-ever-happened-by-jesse.html


What Came Over Her (Horror, 3,135 words), The Abyss E-zine (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

http://theabyssmag.blogspot.com/2018/07/what-came-over-her-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez.html


Betrayal (Poem/Novel Excerpt, 262 words), The Rye Whiskey Review (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

https://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2018/07/betrayal-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez.html?showComment=1532450401031#c5631415623992908573


Precious Time (Horror, 5,470 words), The Abyss E-zine (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

https://theabyssmag.blogspot.com/2018/09/precious-time-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez.html?showComment=1535923389887#c3623231498083035760


Midnight Snack (Horror, 3,181 words), The Abyss E-zine (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

https://theabyssmag.blogspot.com/2018/09/midnight-snack-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez_88.html


Once You Get To Know Him (Literature, 2,457 words), 2018, The Borfski Press (Editor: Shawn Hatfield).

http://www.lulu.com/shop/the-borfski-press/issue-iv/ebook/product-23848753.html


Pentecost (Literature, 2,195 words), 2018, The Rye Whiskey Review (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

https://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2018/12/pentecost-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez_2.html


Equation (Flash/Science Fiction, 954 words), 2019, Idiot Free Zone (Editor: Jose Rosa).

https://www.idiotfreezone.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=837:equation&catid=87&Itemid=500


PRO-T-EN Man (Science Fiction, 4,471 words), 2019, Unlikely Stories (Editor: Jonathan Penton).

http://www.unlikelystories.org/content/pro-t-en-man


A Meeting of Monsters (Horror, 4,455 words), 2019, The Abyss Ezine of Horror (Editor: John Patrick Robbins)

https://theabyssmag.blogspot.com/2019/10/a-meeting-of-monsters-by-jesse-lynn_26.html?m=1&fbclid=IwAR0c-jpMjloCO6SPXITs4DhZENrGgF7cvM3iM6eBnNwvKCaN1W5wJmc9icA


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