A little piece of mine called “Threefold Path” just got accepted for Six Sentences Vol.1.
That’s acceptance #1 for 2008!
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A little piece of mine called “Threefold Path” just got accepted for Six Sentences Vol.1.
That’s acceptance #1 for 2008!
I didn’t think I’d have the time to get something together in time to meet tomorrow’s deadline for Six Sentences, Volume 1. I’m still scrambling to finish two other projects (only one of which will get done by tomorrow–eh, well).
But, I reworked a story that “came close” but was rejected from a few places, and voila: the real last sub for 2007!
Literary Rejections on Display
Remember this: Someone out there will always say no.
Of course, I’ll want to spend hours and hours endlessly sorting through my rejection letters in order to find the one worded juuuuust right…
At least I have the satisfaction of knowing that the last piece I subbed for ’07 will make it’s debut on Six Sentences in January of ’08. I can now rest easy, right…?
“Bullshit, son!”
A couple of folks in the crit group have tried to tell me about the need to let a story cool sometimes. I’m almost afraid to allow that. I’ve gotten to a point where my first drafts are coming at the sort of clip I’d like, thanks to my Inner Drill Sergeant. The truth is I’m frustrated that my editing hasn’t reached that point yet. I’ve got two pieces on the burner right now. I know I have all the parts I need; I just need to make them fit better. And I wanted it done yesterday!
I might as well give them a rest though–a little one–while I try to unfuck myself, lest my Inner Drill Sergeant unscrews my head and shits down my neck. I’ve been hitting my head against brick walls anyway, so why not? I didn’t go idle today, though. I shot a piece off to 6S, so we’ll see what happens with that.
Two rejections, that is. Or, is it one, if it was two pieces submitted to the same place?
Yeah, it’s two.
I didn’t want to let this pass without mention, though it would’ve been easy to do since it all happened so fast, just like this fine magazine said it would, but I subbed a tale to them that was kindly rejected earlier in the week. ‘S all good, because I think said story’s got a better than even shot other places (maybe) :).
All that Steely Dan I’ve been listening to has finally bled into my writing. I pushed it out of my head, onto the AlphaSmart (which will be 100% mine once I hand the money over, rather than a function of 9/10ths of the law), and then to 6S, where it will appear next week.
I’m going to have a go at tracking my fiction submissions on here. I’ve appropriately decided to label this, and all future posts of this sort, masochism.
I’ve sent two flash pieces here. I was at a talk in the spring sponsored by the Saltonstall Foundation, and the editor of this journal was one of the presenters. I’d been thinking about submitting to them ever since, even after seeing this potential vision of my future in the last two panels of this page from Raketenwerfer’s America’s Top Novelist, part 2.