Important things first: there is a review of “Pursuit of the Whole is Called Love” up at Tangent. Check it out!
I am finally, finally learning patience and mindfulness with the submission thing. It has taken many lessons to get it through my head and I am only sorry that others have had to suffer through my learning process. Especially with one story—I have never felt so bloody precious about a tale before. Usually when a story is done I treat it like a breakup, I am emotionally done with it. But not this one.
As of this morning, however, I looked at my list of what’s where and it makes sense, it’s all good, there are no possible complications or mixed signals on the horizon. Lessons learned—?
Thanks to this blog, I have learned something else: that I always start off strong in spring, when work is slow, and by this time each year I am usually too crazed to do anything other than edit, finish, critique. Talassio revisions. The short story drafts that I have. The pile of crits that I owe people. I can’t do anything new, at this time, not with this day job. Which is frustrating as there is at least one great submission call I would love to write to in the next few weeks. But it probably won’t happen, and I’m passing through the frustration and heading towards the resignation stage now and that is good.
(I was reading Roxane Gay’s Tumblr this morning, so part of this blog post is to get her voice out of my head. She has a distinct style. She is a good example of style, actually. I love a good style and I dig her work and her thought . . .
she is a fellow Libra and sometimes I read about her teaching and the town she is in and I think, that is how I might have turned out, had I stayed in academia . . .
and I really need to save her for after the morning writing.)
I will be spending the looming milestone birthday in Italy, in part to do some Talassio research and overcome my painful ignorance as to all things Italian. At least when it came to Paris I had a fair amount of foreknowledge. Italy, however, is a messy country and I have no language skills. Hopefully I will be able to untangle some things.
I am trying not to think on how much this is all costing for a book that may never see the light of day but at least this time it’s also a proper vacation. We would have gone somewhere, we just chose to go . . . to a very expensive European country. And put off other things. Ahem.
My family often has more faith in me than I do, and I need to remember that.