4 rejections, which means 4 pieces went right back out again. in the meantime, 2200 words of that new story for the call “julie” was too long for (say that 5 times fast), and i’m about halfway through the arc as outlined. writing to spec, and didn’t i just say i wasn’t going to do that anymore? the needle of my compass wobbles and spins. but i feel strangely, grimly compelled to meet this submission deadline. i can write something under 7000 words. i will write this story. i will. i will.
Archives for June 2013
well, not quite that many. but wasn’t i just saying i have a lot of results due back over the next few weeks? and voila: two rejections in one day. one not that surprising, but one that i was kinda hoping/thinking was in the bag . . .
be careful what you wish for.
now back to wrestling with the Big Problem in talassio.
“She runs past the open pit of the cemetery, the bodies already reeking in the rising heat of the day, and the smell is not repugnant but rich and fetid and strangely pleasurable, and she senses, just on the edge of her perception, how there is earth in the corpses and in her own body, how there is life in the ground beneath her, how in everything there is a common scent and taste that she can just barely discern.”