Wednesday, March 30, 2011

past tense rainbow

Better squeeze in one more post before April makes a fool of me. 

Did a lot of writing in Ojai over the weekend.  My wrists are in agony from all the typing.  Made a few friends.  Good vibes all around, despite the spidery tent and the Scooby-Do caretaker who made us put out our awesome marshmallow-roastin' fire. 

Will be liberating another short story soon.  Standby for the new countdown!  The other one is still going on, but we're stalled at 14.  Ready to move on.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Time for rest, and #13

#13 was received Friday.  Any hope of the remaining four being an accept is pretty much out the window, a car window traveling, in a vehicle at high speeds.  Whoosh!  Gone.  Not even a dot in the rear-view.

But there is a writing retreat coming up Friday.  So there's that.  Perhaps I'll dream of some publishable stories while I'm there.

Friday, March 11, 2011

#10 and what I hope

I think we'll be OK.  Just some foamy splashy waves.  I'll keep an eye swiveled toward the water, just in case.  On this subject, I hope if any celebs want to take up the cause to help earthquake/tsunami victims, they do so anonymously.  Leave their publicists out of it.

#10 arrived today, but at least it was a nice rejection.  The emailed ones usually are. 

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

9 and a touch of yellow

I'll be honest with you.  I don't know what's going on.  I shouldn't pretend that I do, or say things that make it seem like I might know but am unwilling to share.  I can't make heads or tails, can't do the math, can't see the forest for the trees.  But that's about something else, not this:  #9 received today.  The point of sending my story to 17 places was to increase my chances.  Now it's become a exercise in masochism.  I understand why a lot of the great writers drank.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

what you get for your troubles

Don't let that adorable pose fool you.  He is pure evil.  I have a puncture on my forearm to prove it.  Why?  I was petting him while on the phone with a friend, thanking her for her lovely gourmet birthday gifts, and he sunk his fang into my arm.  Nice. 

And, rejection #8 came in yesterday's mail.  If you wanna know the truth, this is starting to feel, if you'll excuse the term, shitty

Friday, March 4, 2011

Lucky #7! Wait...what?

If rejection slips can be lucky, maybe #7 is.  Ten more to go. Guess as I get closer to the middle, I should actually do some revisions on other stories instead of writing blogs about each and every goddamn rejection I receive.  Welcome to my neuroses.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

#6 and what's on deck

Rejection #6 received this morning.  Aw, well. 

I've noticed that my on-deck book pile is getting a little out of hand.  There are 2 library books in there, most were gifts, one or two I bought myself.  When my first few writing teachers told me writers should do a lot of reading, I obviously took it to heart.

I just started Steve Almond's "Not that You Asked" this morning, a recommendation from my bro-in-law.  Oh man.  Is that guy hilarious.  I mean it.  I could barely contain my laughter in carpool this morning reading his letters to Oprah. 

The rest of the deck is a mix of novels, short stories, nonfiction fun and one on finding one's voice as a writer.  That's something that's always mystified me, the concept of the writing "voice."  I know what it means, or I think I do.  Guess I'll learn more when I start that book. 

But what I really want to know is, will more reading spell less TV watching?  Where in my schedule should I make cuts?