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.
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.
To defend what you’ve written is a sign that you are alive. – William Zissner
I am feeling a little embattled, these days. That is, I have been made aware yet again of the scope of the project, and how much it has already cost … and then far down the road the looming marketplace and all its fantastical interpretations. Somewhere in between is this story; never before have I been so driven to tell one; yet the idea that it might have no life beyond me, well.
Time to unplug for a while.