is the designation some writers use for those “bump-up” notices from magazines – when they say you’ve made it to the second round. It’s good, because yay! Second round! But it’s bad because now that will be a longer wait and you could still get rejected at the end.
I’ve had a couple of those lately, as well as the news that “This Is How You Lose Yourself” will appear in Eridan later this month. My first Croatian translation!
GN/BN. Because despite the little cheer of translations! Second rounds! I’m having a bit of winter blues.
So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Right now it doesn’t feel like much, or at least the ratio of things done to things undone still feels terribly skewed.
A lot of my anxiety & depression comes, I know, from age. I’m keenly aware of it, all the time. I feel older; I feel like I have less time, I feel like I have to make up wasted time and use what’s left to me to the utmost. And the eons it’s taking to polish Talassio and send it out and hear back and polish more and send out and hear back . . . it’s wearing me out.
I always wanted a traditional pub deal. For many years of my writing life it was the only game in town; there was nothing else to want. Even now I don’t really see my work as fitting in with most of the successful self pub stuff out there. But the lure to self pub is growing . . . yet I’m also endlessly second-guessing myself on all fronts, and panicky about making a misstep.
I don’t think I have yet another reboot in me, you see. 🙁 And I don’t want to lose four+ years of work because I picked the wrong damn path.
Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.