Whew

Even with insomnia, this last week I got a story up off the ground from rough draft through two edits (thanks OWW people!) and off to the Shine Anthology before their deadline of July 31st.   I’m not sure it’s optimistic enough and who knows what they’ll think of the contents/theme, but I figure it’s the first near-future story I’ve written and I think it’s a fairly sweet tale, so maybe they’ll like it.  If not, oh well, on to somewhere else.

So far the story a week is happening.  I just started the next one, though I need to do more research before I get more than a few opening sentences down (I want the turn of the century Ukraine feel to come across properly).  I think I’m getting sick, however, so this story might happen more slowly.  Just as long as I get three more written before I go on vacation, I think I’ll be satisfied.  Then they can go up on OWW and collect some reviews while I’m gone.  Once I get back I can edit, submit, and then buckle down and get the damn novel finished.  It’s on like Donkey Kong after I return from Worldcon.  That damn novel is taking too long and my wonderful novel edit exchange partner has been doing a great job of sending me critiqued chapters.  I need to get the final third written so I can do the edits I so conveniently have piling up.

Then… tackling Casimir Hypogean.  It’s almost time.  Once these next three shorts are done I’ll have 12 stories in the submission cycle and hopefully the edited Chwedl as well making the agent rounds.  After that there’s no excuse not to finish the rewrite of my bane novel.  I have the suggestions I got at NorWesCon, I’m armed with the plot, and damn it if I’ll let this stupid project die without giving it a shot.  Besides, I really do want to write the sequels.  Kinda have to write the first one… you know, first.

All right. Drugs and then sleep. I will not be sick. I will not be sick.  I’ve got too much to do!

Submission Frenzy

I did some editing on Delilah (alas, not before I sent my class the wrong version, whoops) and on Blade Bearer.

Being impatient about Space Bones’ fate, I decided to submit the other two stories out into the world.  That way I can hang out and be impatient about multiple things which is far superior from awaiting the fate of one thing, no?

I guess once I’d popped my rejection cherry, so to speak, it is easier the second time.  I think I sent the stories to markets that will like them, but there’s no real way to know until and unless I get a response.

I did get a nice personal note from the editor of my college lit zine rejecting the two poems I sent them.  Apparently they almost decided to publish one of them but couldn’t get a consensus on it.  At least it was a personal rejection note and not a form letter (or the vast nothing I got last time I submitted to a college lit mag).

I’m somewhat disturbed by the hugely posititve response to my work that my workshop is giving me.  I mean, I’m glad they’re liking spec fic, don’t get me wrong.  However, I’m plagued as always by fears that I’ll never be good enough and the dischord between what people say about my writing and what I think about it is annoying.  I did, however, sell a copy of “Snow Crash”, in a way since one guy went out and immediately bought it due to liking my work.  I’m pretty happy about that.  (I am not, in any way, comparing my work to that book, just so ya’ll know).

I think it’s just going to be double hard for me not to take rejection personally and clam all up inside and stop submitting anywhere.  I know I need to be in the mindset of “sweet! 402 left to go”, but it’s easier thought than felt.

I think the cure for this is writing more stuff.  I think that’s likely the cure for a lot of things.  I should bring back short story Monday.