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...

Rejected! (again)

“My Mother did me the great disservice of telling me that I could do anything I wanted.  I believed her.  I believed every lie anyone has ever told me, including the big lies like ‘everything will be all right’.”-Ralph Pullins, “Family Stories” (unpublished) I have been rejected again.  Twice, actually, since the last time I have written about this.  Judging from my choice of quotes above (mine this time), I am …displeased. For those keeping score at home, I am now 0 for 3. So what, right?  Now is where I go and read a bunch of stories about how...

Messages in a bottle

I think there must be something wrong with me. The other day I passed ten thousand words on my new novel.  It’s a milestone for me; it means that the new book is a real thing, not just an idea for a book, but it is becoming a significant piece of writing (and a good one, I think).  I’m excited about it, and the words seem to come out of my head and onto the page pretty easily so far, and a few magical times I have had that experience where things just seem to flow out from some external...