The story from hell announced in the shower Wednesday night that it wanted to be told in second person. What?? I cried. (thankfully no one overheard me yelling at myself in the shower) How could you? How could you do this to me! I don't write stories in the second person! Oh damn!
Which, naturally, is what was wrong with the story. It wanted second person and I had insisted on using first person because, see above, I don't write stories in the second person.
All told, it took slightly more than an hour to edit the story into second person. sigh. That it went so quickly and easily was a clear indication that it was supposed to be told in that voice. Nonetheless, I don't write stories in second person. But under protest, I will do what the story insists on. Assuming it clubs me over the head.
Speaking of clubs, I read ogre_san's "A Garden in Hell" this morning, from Fantasy Magazine #5. An enjoyable read. The review at Tangent is wrong*. Not boring at all. A really good read. So much so that it's why the oatmeal turned into congealed goo.
*And because the review is 'wrong' I won't link to it.