This week was a total crapfest of epic proportions, worthy of virgin sacrifice, or even prayer — which I haven’t done in years, but have quite a bit this week — to see off. Just a nasty week.
Interspersed amongst that were two more rejections: Darker Matter shot down “Eee”, and Pseudopod hung “Derelict” out to dry. So, I’ve got some work to do, and I’ve got two more to get back in the wild. Couple this with “The Lifeboat” and it’s recent “so close, but not quite” response over on its submission thread/slush forum, and you could really count three.
And I got two-thousand easy words down on my latest story over the entire week. So how were they easy if they were so small in number? Because I wasn’t mentally in a writing state most of the week. Yeah, it’s been that rough. When I could sit down and write, the words at least flowed like water, so that’s a good sign.
All this has been a stiff reminder that I’m not one of these writers who can weave gold with every tale. I’ll never be — and so few ever are — but it is the very Kantian goal we all work towards. Time for me to get back to it, swallow my pride, and attack my style for issues once again, because its obvious editors are finding them.
I’m a stubborn, bull-headed bastard, and I’ll only try harder.