Okay first thing.
To the person coming in to tell me to “stop whining” about white people, fuck off.
You come in trying to cheerfully do something, anonymously grow a spine or stay the fuck out.
Okay now new business.
I have been doing a lot of research on getting myself more freelance paid work.
Given the subject matter I like writing about generally speaking mingled with uh, the dearth of writers of color at a lot of the venues I have been introduced to I’m feeling a little uh, unsettled.
I’m not awesome at writing on spec all the time and that is a skill I am working on.
And I’m not great at pitching but I am working on that as well.
I feel like until I get my tech situation worked out, I should just write some shit and keep on keeping on.
This stuff is daunting but I am ready I think.
What else am I working on?
I am working on lightening up in my non fiction. I don’t know what it is precisely but writing the shit that just guts me comes too naturally and I dont’ know how to deal with the emotional depletion and often following racialized bullshit. Recovering takes a lot out of me and I’m still trying to figure out what to do with all that beyond shut down.
Since I got a new phone I have been writing tiny flash fiction things on it while I wait for the bus.
One of these recently got published, see it here in Black Mirror Magazine. The most amusing thing about that is mainly that I wrote it standing at a bus stop, while a homeless woman was calling me satan. I see her every now and then, I gave her a cigarette once because she was staring at me while I was smoking but now she calls me satan every time I see her.
I’ve written about four other tiny flash pieces. I’m calling them experimental horror flavored retellings. Brief. Non specific. Experiments.
I am getting back into the swing of submitting fiction.
After my initial freak out about things happening for me that I hadn’t foreseen I am ready. Well maybe not ready but I am at least working it out.
That is all the news. I have work to do.