Day 261 – Weirdly Rejected?

My short story received a weird sort of rejection that was a rejection, but wasn’t from Used Gravitrons. I’m kinda sad about it because this journal was particularly strange and intriguing and possible a good fit for my very strange and intriguing fiction piece. I’m counting it as a rejection because my submission didn’t result in a publication, but it technically wasn’t a rejection because it wasn’t declined based on the content of quality of my work. So confusing. Anyway, you can read the rejection letter below. Hi Zezelia, Thank you for your submission. The winds of change have swept through the house of Used Gravitrons and we are no longer considering or accepting unsolicited material. This is in an effort to focus our...

Day 259 – Productive

We had another round of great pieces at memoir class tonight. Out of respect for my classmates and their stories, I can’t provide any specifics here, but holy shit can these people write. We’ve read 4 pieces so far and I seriously cannot wait to read their next chapters. Tonight’s meeting went well, you can learn a lot discussing drafts with engaged readers who are also writers. It’s a total win/win situation. The person whose piece is being discussed gets praise on what works and advice on what doesn’t and the people doing the reading have to explain why something does or doesn’t work. The explaining why part is the jewel everyone gets from it. It turns that swimmy feeling in your head into solid thoughts, which is what good...

Day 258 – Conflicted

My stomach feels wormy about my memoir class. It’s been a positive experience so far. The pieces are so different, so unexpected and charming. Am I feeling intimidated? Doesn’t feel like it. But what then? I’m still trying to figure it out. If nothing else, the class has done tons for my productivity. I’m awake at 6 a.m., no alarm clock needed, ready to start a day of writing. For that I am thankful, this wormy feeling I am not though. There is this sneaky, little voice in the back of my head saying Don’t do it. Don’t share yourself. You’ll regret it. I just can’t figure out why. It started about a month before our first meeting. Something spooked me, but I can’t make the correlation. I showed up anyway though...

Day 256 – Progress Report

Current Project: Memoir Status: In Progress Time Spent:  Writing: 20 hrs. Blogging: 2 hrs. Networking:  3.5 hrs. Reading: 10 hrs. Words: 1443 I sucked at blogging this week, but rocked at writing. I had 3 solid days of flow and cranked out lots of pages and imperfect words that turned out to be a solid 1443 words after revision. The advanced workshop has me all fired up despite my reservations. It’s strange that younger people don’t write memoir. Perspectives change, insights change as the years go by and our hormones shift and forgiving gets easier, but is the voice of experience always better? I’ve been told more than once that I should wait to write this story until after I become a mother myself, that I won’t see things straight until...

Day 254 – Rain

Nothing feels more cozy bookish than a rain storm. Austin is in the midst of one, tender thunder and all. Potted plants have been moved from beneath the covered patio into the yard for fresh water, the dog is pacing, the cat is hiding, and I am tucked in the corner of the living room in my favorite armchair with my laptop writing to you. I don’t have anything particular to say today. My confidence has been dashed the last couple days. Nothing in particular happened. Nothing outside my own head anyway. Episodes like this have been coming and going most my life, moments of impossibility followed by moments of possibility. I have decided that sharing here may not be the best for my creative process. It creates a huge pressure to show up with some profound...