I have been spending a lot of time thinking lately… Thinking if this writing thing is something that I’m really going to do or if I’m going to continue playing pretend at it. Thinking about actually finishing my project for once instead of finding a reason to put it aside and walk away.
I’ve submitted three stories to paying markets in the time I’ve been thinking and I’ve received my first rejection. It wasn’t the soul crushing experience I thought it was going to be — I am actually rather proud of it, though my ego is slighty bruised but not broken. I’ve printed it out and posted it on my wall.
I’ve been working on my novel project and gotten farther than I ever have before … I found myself unexpectedly 3,000 words into a short story that my brain feels must be written to lead up to the novel, to explain the story …. I’m just going to roll with it.
I’m not making any promises though I am setting some goals. I’d like to have the first rough draft done by year’s end. Okay, so one goal.
I think that’s not too much to ask.
In the meantime we are just over a week from Crypticon and the award ceremony on Saturday for their writing contest. I’ll find out which (or if both) of the two short stories submitted made it into the anthology. I know at least one did. I will also fins out how I placed in the competition. Every day I get a little more nervous and freaked out.
Ugh. And I still have a weekend of Biohazard parties to run on top of it.