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anyone has ever told me, including the big lies like ‘everything will be all right’.”-Ralph Pullins, “Family Stories” (unpublished) I have been rejected again.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...

The Unexamined Life

I have spent most of my life completely unaware of myself.  I just did things one after another without stopping for a moment to question my own motivations without regard for my own safety and future well being.  There were times, events, that changed me, altered my future, my perceptions of the world, that changed the way I believed how life was supposed to work, and until embarrassingly recently these things went unexamined. I have lived my life without any idea why I was doing anything. The characters in Antiartists do this; they do things without any understanding of themselves,...