I did some editing on Delilah (alas, not before I sent my class the wrong version, whoops) and on Blade Bearer.
Being impatient about Space Bones’ fate, I decided to submit the other two stories out into the world. That way I can hang out and be impatient about multiple things which is far superior from awaiting the fate of one thing, no?
I guess once I’d popped my rejection cherry, so to speak, it is easier the second time. I think I sent the stories to markets that will like them, but there’s no real way to know until and unless I get a response.
I did get a nice personal note from the editor of my college lit zine rejecting the two poems I sent them. Apparently they almost decided to publish one of them but couldn’t get a consensus on it. At least it was a personal rejection note and not a form letter (or the vast nothing I got last time I submitted to a college lit mag).
I’m somewhat disturbed by the hugely posititve response to my work that my workshop is giving me. I mean, I’m glad they’re liking spec fic, don’t get me wrong. However, I’m plagued as always by fears that I’ll never be good enough and the dischord between what people say about my writing and what I think about it is annoying. I did, however, sell a copy of “Snow Crash”, in a way since one guy went out and immediately bought it due to liking my work. I’m pretty happy about that. (I am not, in any way, comparing my work to that book, just so ya’ll know).
I think it’s just going to be double hard for me not to take rejection personally and clam all up inside and stop submitting anywhere. I know I need to be in the mindset of “sweet! 402 left to go”, but it’s easier thought than felt.
I think the cure for this is writing more stuff. I think that’s likely the cure for a lot of things. I should bring back short story Monday.