On Rejection

I saw  on Twitter where someone asked what it was like to be a writer and someone replied that they would ring every night at two a.m. to tell her how crap she was. It was funny if close to the bone. Because angst and self-doubt are ever-present.

But so is the flip side – rejection. It’s your classic chicken and egg.

And it’s hard. Even when you’re told it’s a numbers game OR it’s subjective OR maybe the journal you submitted to just accepted another piece with a similar theme

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But you suck it up and you keep submitting.  Two weeks ago a flash piece I submitted somewhere was rejected. I changed the title and sent it out again and it was accepted for publication within hours. But yes, I did go eat worms first.

This morning a different journal rejected another flash but in the nicest possible way, with an invitation to submit again. Killing me softly. Still, I sucked it up, did a quick edit and sent it back out, this time to three journals. It’s a numbers game, right?

Now, where are those worms?

 

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Life Is Flashing Me By

It’s been too long but I’ve been obsessed with flash fiction. Writing it, reading it, judging it.

In May, I was lucky enough to participate in a two week long online Fast Flash course with the wonderful Kathy Fish.  It was intense and a lot of work but I produced some writing that I’m really proud of and it was a joy to work with and get to know the other writers on the course. We’ve decided to carry on sharing work despite the course having ended and I’m hopeful this venture will be as productive and supportive as Kathy’s course was.

I’ve been busily submitting flash to various publications and am pleased that Spelk Fiction will be publishing one of my stories in the next few weeks. I’ll let you know when it’s up on their website. And I’m thrilled that one of the pieces I did in Fast Flash was picked up only yesterday and will be out in an e-book sometime this summer. More on that one later.

The flash community on Twitter is wonderful. Two weeks ago I submitted to Microcosms for the first time after seeing a Twitter friend tweet about it. I was thrilled to be chosen the winner with my flash fiction entitled I Was A Teenage River Nymph. It begins like this: “The sisterhood is a myth. Any nymph will tell you that.” You can read the rest of it here, but you’ll need to scroll down until you find it under “Judge’s Pick.”

And because my story was the judge’s pick it meant I was offered the opportunity to judge the following week.  It was a good warm up for my big judging gig later this summer, and I find you learn so much about writing by reading and evaluating other people’s work.

But as much as I’m loving the flash, my second novel is sulking in the corner, wondering why I’ve abandoned it. It’s time for  a return to long form with draft two.

And what’s new with you?