The Sun rejected Mistaken.
But it was nice rejection. It was a form letter, which they apologized for, in which they stated that my work was good but not a fit for their magazine. So, it looks like I got a note from the good rejection pile. I’ve done some minor revisions and now I’m looking for the next market.
lol. This was encouraging. A few years ago I burned every rejection I got, this round I’ve started taking them up on a board.
I’ve sent out Temptation again. I’ll probably hear from them pretty quick.
But the writing life is good.
It’s scary some days. I’m actually doing a little bit of writing each day. I’m finally going through those piles of old stuff and getting it organized, typed in and worked with.
I thinking of ideas again. I can’t believe how dried out I’ve really been these last years. Now those ideas are popping up and I can’t believe how I missed the feeling of scrambling for scrap as an idea pops in.
I haven’t been this prolific since I was twenty. I need more critique partners. I’ve been mooching off a few people, but I’m still afraid to show my work. The fear grips me.
And yet.
I’ve got those short stories out there. I’m working on the outlines for three more. I’m plugging on Without Honor (Ronyn for the old title). Between Kingdom ferments.
Whee!
Looking through all these old papers bring up memories. I was pretty irreverent to my teachers. In some of my old term papers I questioned them directly even dared them to grade my paper.
Pretty amazing that the only class I failed in high school was algebra.
Since Nano I’ve taken time to catch up on reading, and video games. Yes, video games. I needed a fix!
Here’s a little note I got in my email, author unknown:
I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter. She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.
“Why?” my daughter asked.
“Because it’s been laying outside, you don’t know where it’s been, it’s dirty and probably has germs” I replied.
At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, “Wow! How do you know all this stuff?”
“Uh,” ..I was thinking quickly, “All moms know this stuff. It’s on the Mommy Test. You have to know it, or they don’t let you be a Mommy.”
We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information. “OH…I get it!” she beamed, “So if you don’t pass the test, you have to be the daddy.”
“Exactly” I replied.
🙂
Writer Progress:
Without Honor: Day 14: Three Part Story Evolution (refining this)
Temptation: Submited–Chronicle
Mistaken: Preparing for Resubmission
Between Kingdoms: Fermenting, current word count 20,000.
Sacred Space-Word Count 198
Grandpa story–Fermenting
Lucy’s Story–Fermenting
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