Out with the Old

I’m not really sure I have anything relevant to say, but this is the last chance I will have to do this in 2014, so I thought I might just list a few goals and lay out a tentative plan for the coming year. 1.  Find a home for Antiartists.  I’m still not sure what this means.  Whether I find an agent to represent it, or if I find an indie publisher that accepts unrepresented manuscripts, or decide to pull the trigger and e-publish, I think it needs an audience, needs to get out there, so I can move on...

Coming Out of Hiding

We can not grow alone. I realized fairly recently that a major theme of Antiartists deals with the strange impulse we have to connect with one another, to have people around, even if they are clearly bad for us, even if they are poison, even if we hate the world around us, we can’t stand feeling alone. If we want to grow, we need others around to challenge our ideas, to tell us when we are being obtuse or unreasonable, to give us new information, to give us a different perspective. Like it or not, we need each other.  This...

Worshiping the Data Gods

Can we just throw out the phrase “aspiring writer” please? If you write stuff, congratulations.  You’re a writer.  There’s no paperwork to fill out, no license application.  If you write things down, you’re a writer, end of story.  If you want people to read your stuff, you need to make it available to them in some form.  Fantastic.  You now have a readership.  If it’s good, your audience will grow. While researching agents and publishing houses, I have read a lot of interviews and what to do and what to not do and what makes your query stand out and...

Here we go again…

So the bad news is, I got rejected again. The good news is, it didn’t seem too terrible this time. I don’t really know what to think about this, maybe I’m just getting used to it.  When I was submitting poems to lit magazines, I got rejected all the time, a ton, two or three a day in the mail.  I’d get a little slip in an envelope that I had written myself, usually a nothing little sentence: “Thank you for your submission, but it does not meet our editorial needs at this time.”  When I finally had a poem...

Honesty

So I’ve done enough whining. I saw a low-level MMA fight once where the fight ended just because one of the guys got tired of getting hit.  It wasn’t a ref stoppage, he wasn’t being submitted, in fact, he was still on his feet.  He had taken a few shots to the face and decided that maybe fighting wasn’t for him, and he quit.  I remember saying to the guys I was with that if you can’t take getting punched in the face, maybe you should take up a different sport.  Maybe checkers, or golf, or tennis, where you rarely...