I woke but did not want to be awake. Then asleep again I was dreaming of the revision to the story—what changes have been asked for, what is wanted—and the words were moving blobs coming from my fingers; they did not want to set down on the page because I didn’t want them to beContinue reading “Revision Nightmare”
This weekend was spent racing toward two deadlines. They were both met by Sunday afternoon, and by then I was spent. I didn’t get a chance to work on the revision to my story, due now in about a week. I couldn’t face it just yet, if you want the truth—I’ve gotten used to beingContinue reading “Chop-Chop-Chop”
This morning I successfully awoke when the alarm went off, and I successfully stayed awake in the crucial minutes immediately after when I am tempted, oh so tempted, to stumble into the living room and collapse for a quickie morning nap on the couch. I stayed awake, I think because reality was pulling on myContinue reading “Glug-Glug (That’s the Sound of Me Drowning)”
I was working. Then I opened another window and started typing. A short story is starting. Sometimes you can’t help yourself. It’s like slipping that tiny bit of chocolate in your mouth when no one is around to see. Except now I’ve told you. Pretend you don’t know that I’m cheating on my deadlines, okay?
I came home to a rejection letter in the mailbox. This one to a short story. Which one, who knows, I haven’t checked yet. Anyway, it’s one of those tiny little slips, like they squeezed as many as they could onto one sheet of paper and cut it up again and again. The standard “ThankContinue reading “Something to Make Me Laugh”
I have asked E to block unexpected rejection letters, as he’s the one who usually gets to the mailbox first. He’ll hide them somewhere in the apartment to bring out at times when my skin is thicker, when I can handle hearing the continuous chorus of No’s a little better. Early this morning I hadContinue reading “Always Close, Never a Cigar”
Another short story rejection came today. Just one of those thin photocopied slips without even a name on it. No return address on the envelope. (And they had this story 5+ months.) Whatever. At some point at some nameless future date when I feel more secure in my footing, I’ll put together a “No-Box” forContinue reading “To Do: No-Box”