What do I know, Anyhow?

I thought I knew what my writing was. I can name the genre, the sub genre and tell you how it fits with other works of the same type. So when I got a call for a short story about Thanksgiving that included a crime and traditional holiday food, I thought it was just my cup of tea. The one possible drawback was that it had to be funny. I can write funny but I can't force it.

I thought the finished product met the criteria, and the story was a farce. I sent it in on deadline with scant hopes and settled in for the wait. I was shocked to get a reply the next morning. The editor liked the story but didn't find it funny enough. He offered to publish it as a stand alone short story.

Do me a favor and read Joseph's Captivity, and then read The Killer Wore Cranberry, the anthology for which it was intended. Both are published by Untreed Reads. Let me know what you think. If nothing else you will get some good holiday reading, and you might figure out what to pass up when the plates are passed at the big feast.