Writing: The new work schedule has kind of thrown me for a loop, and I haven't mustered the discipline to write during the mornings or evenings when I actually have some time. I have been snatching twenty to thirty minutes here and there.
Made the mistake of opening my e-mail Friday morning and found a 3AM story form rejection from a market I've been trying to break into and which I had a good feeling that the story I'd sent them was a good match. It's frustrating.
Some markets are very competitive, and when I get rejected by them, I'm more likely to move on. This one I'm going through the seven stages of manuscript rejection.
- Anger -- "Damn it, this story is perfect for you, why didn't you buy it?"
- Envy -- "OMG, you published that string of dissociated vignettes? I mean really, I could..." (opens up web site, reads random story that just happens to be brilliant prose to spite me) "...ugh.
- Loathing I -- "I suppose if I don't like the stories in this market all that much, I shouldn't be submitting there.
- Loathing II -- "Damn this stupid market system that sets editors against writers and writers against themselves.
- Loathing III -- "I'm just stupid and I can't write."
- Singing-Sad-Musical-Numbers -- "Heeeeere's to the Ladies who Lunch; everybody laugh / Sitting in their caftans and planning a brunch on their own behalf."
- Caffeine Abuse -- "...And one for Mahler!" (pops another chocolate-covered espresso bean)