How did I come up with the title, Pussyville ala Carte, ' you may wonder. Here is the story. I had written a short story entitled 'The Psychologicol Impairment of the Horoscope, ' and submitted it in the annual Zoetrope, (Francis Ford Coppola), short fiction contest. It did not make the cut. Believing in my work, I submitted in the Paris Review contest. After consideration it was rejected. In the mean time, I had entered two smaller short stories in Writers Digest competitions only to meet a similar fate. The struggles of a writer. Knowing that if I wanted to see my work reach the light of...