Ah, a rejection.
I'm not so sad... I don't think it's particularly productive to be sad about rejections... well, until everyone is singing their place on the TOC, I guess, that's always a bit chagrinning. But... hey.
I didn't quite do right by this story - it deserved a lot more working on, but it to so long to force out - I don't really write, exactly, I think and dream and watch scenes unfold like films, then struggle with myself 'til the deadline is barely or just past and push it out onto the page because I have to. I seem to be able to work only in tiny clear spaces of mind and time, and those are so few and far between, bookended endlessly by the minutiae of daily life. Other people deal with that better than I do. I know this.
Anyhoo. I sent this story to three different people to read... and no one responded. I know this could be co-incidental and related to other things, but still, cosmically, I'll take it as a sign that I will be the only one to love it and leave it at that.
Well... maybe not quite at that, as I owe it a lot more drafting than I gave it, and I know that redrafting and editing is the appropriate response to rejection. But I'll let it sit awhile, in that particular folder of oops, maybe this one was just for me.
In the meantime, I should be working on two other things. Away I go to do that.
I'm not so sad... I don't think it's particularly productive to be sad about rejections... well, until everyone is singing their place on the TOC, I guess, that's always a bit chagrinning. But... hey.
I didn't quite do right by this story - it deserved a lot more working on, but it to so long to force out - I don't really write, exactly, I think and dream and watch scenes unfold like films, then struggle with myself 'til the deadline is barely or just past and push it out onto the page because I have to. I seem to be able to work only in tiny clear spaces of mind and time, and those are so few and far between, bookended endlessly by the minutiae of daily life. Other people deal with that better than I do. I know this.
Anyhoo. I sent this story to three different people to read... and no one responded. I know this could be co-incidental and related to other things, but still, cosmically, I'll take it as a sign that I will be the only one to love it and leave it at that.
Well... maybe not quite at that, as I owe it a lot more drafting than I gave it, and I know that redrafting and editing is the appropriate response to rejection. But I'll let it sit awhile, in that particular folder of oops, maybe this one was just for me.
In the meantime, I should be working on two other things. Away I go to do that.
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