Friday, March 07, 2014
Wednesday, March 05, 2014
I guess if Stephen King can bare all about his rejection letters in On Writing, I can do it, too. (If you haven't read that one you should, it's awesome.)
Hi, my name is Julia, and loathe rejection letters.
I used to get a lot of them when I first started out. Well, in the great scheme of things, I had what, a 75% acceptance rate, which is pretty good, but it seemed like I got hundreds. I was writing a lot of erotica back then, not romance, and the market was tough to break into pre-ebook.
Nowadays, I mostly write to deadline on pre-contracted stories. So my rejections have become a tiny percent of what I do. I think that's why, when I get one, it jars me way harder than it used to. The latest one was harsh because it was for an erotica shorts anthology, and I got an immediate (literally five minutes after I sent it) rejection saying, nice, well-written story but the sex wasn't erotic and there was no plot.
Blinks. Now, this is where the paranoia rushes in. Have I fallen out of step with what the market wants? Is it me, or is it that damned Fifty Shades of Bad BDSM syndrome? Do I rail at fate, or bash myself in the head for not working hard to make a plotty tale with lots of dripping body parts. Wait, since when did erotica, especially the kind of literary fun I was going for, require a plot? Arrrrrgh. I can go in agonized circles for hours.
See, this is where I prove that all of us writers have a little special snowflake in us, even though I WORK in publishing and know that not all stories fit all anthologies. I've had to be the editor who took a perfectly good story and turned it down because it wasn't what the overall book demanded. But this is MY story, and someone didn't want it. *sob*
Now, how does it affect what I do? In this case it means I slap a nice hot cover on it and self-pub it as a short on Amazon (sometime next week). In other cases, I re-write as the editor suggests and resubmit. And sometimes it means that story will never see the light of day again, because honestly, it just wasn't up to snuff.
In the end, though, I'm still Julia, and I still hate rejection letters.
So, now you know ;)
Sunday, March 02, 2014
"Suction is on high, Captain."
Thayer stared at Kenji. "That's gross, man."
Kenji shrugged. "It's a Star Wars roleplaying game, man. What else am I supposed to say?"
"Nothing about suction. You're my roommate, man, not my--"
"Sexbot? Android of pleasure?"
"Kenji! Act like that and you'll never get to touch my special dice."
Kenji just snorted. "I never get to do that, anyway. I might as well annoy you."
Kenji and Thayer are not a couple, but they do feature in my WIP (and upcoming release from Torquere) Dream Dice.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Oh, yes, they are if they were for business. I have written off a ton of bizarre things on my taxes as a writer.
Consultant fees for a trapeze artist
fused glass-making classes
software for keeping track of word count
corsets, hats, and a very sound of music costume that was meant to be steampunk and ended up more yodeling clothing
mini corn dogs, chip and dip, and redneck wineglases (That was a disaster)
which reminds me, FedEx never got back to us on our claim. Hmm.
and that doesn't even begin to cover the things I've bought for gift baskets and giveaways
That's a whole 'nother post
Saturday, February 22, 2014
I would love to say that I get a lot done when I can't sleep. 2-3 days before the start of my new cycle, I get swollen, crampy, painful, toss and turn insomnia. So I get up. I read Facebook. I watch Sherlock. I try not to wake BA.
I don't get a lot done. I did write a story once about an insomniac who could only sleep on trains. This was not written after a bout of insomnia. It was written after my friends and I all fell asleep on the London tube, missed our stop, ended up at the last stop after the tube stopped running, and had to walk back to a friend's house at like, 2 am
Stratford is a scary place at 2am
not as scary as my hair when I have insomnia nights
Pray for me to sleep, y'all