Are Americans really so dulled by the epileptic hypnotism of their death-ray television sets they're unable to appreciate the uncanny in anything more subtle than a blow-up doll vampire to the face? Or how about a blow-up doll werewolf to the nutsack? What I mean is: American fiction publications don't seem to understand that good horror is subtle and creepy, that it can be literary and meaningful, that how a cultural body perceives and expresses and represses its fears is a direct reflection of its people, of the body politic itself.
All I really mean to say is that I just had a story, that was rejected by countless American magazines, e-zines, websites, blogs, digital book anthologies, etc., and that I had my doubts about because of its possibly offensive nature, accepted for publication in a British magazine. As an up-and-comer whom has only really begun to take his craft seriously, this acceptance is rather uplifting. Perseverance really is important in the publishing world. Don't give up on your stories just because a few rejections have flown your way. Keep trying, and improving, and building your craft, and learning your market, and you will get there. From "there," keep going and push to the next "there."
Oh, yeah, here's the publication that has accepted my story. You can read it in October of next year. That's right, next year. But don't worry--I'll be sure to remind you to check it out. :-)