I am in the middle of the drudgery of writing.
Cleaning up my rejection pile/excel sheet.
Checking how long whatever pieces have been out.
Sent two queries and one withdrawal.
Checking some zines for updates.
Pining for an answer, even a fuck off stop talking to us type answer.
I seem to have a penchant for submitting to zines when they mysteriously stop updating their online presences.
I’m following tumblrs, liking facebook pages. Checking out some recommended stuff.
I’ve done some necessary research.
Written a short poet statement. I may actually put that here if I get rejected from there. It’s true enough.
What I’m not doing right now is writing.
I’m too keyed up from a bullshit 2 hour commute. Cat calls, creepy old men thinking I’m a hooker. Police activity in my neighborhood.
But this is part of doing it.
This is grinding. This is the shit I don’t always enjoy. But it’s necessary.
I’ve been considering pitching my first thing and I’m honestly in fucking knots about it. I’m not sure if I want to write the things and stuff first. I think that might make me feel better.
How about some stats?
According to Duotrope:
|Sent Past 12 Months:||51||34||10||7|
|Sent This Month:||6||2||3||1|
I’m fairly pleased with how things are going. I need to get some stuff finished and get it out into the wild.
Gotta drive down that acceptance ratio one rejection at a time.
According to my spreadsheet with this last withdrawal I’m at #76. Race you to 100, When I get there I’ll post the whole list.
Now if y’all will excuse me I feel gross and stinky. I’m going to bathe and read.
Later this week I have some ruminations about editing, writing and modern expectations of the super educated mystery author and how that is not really my jam.
Also I’m probably going to kvell all over you about something really cool that someone I admire said to me.
That’s all. Goodnight folks.