Novel critting continues apace. I really envy those who can turn novel crits around in a matter of weeks or days. It just ain’t in me, folks. Not sure if I’m too detailed-oriented or if I’m just plain lazy–but I suppose it doesn’t matter much at this point. Anyway, I’m almost done reading the first one. Thank goodness the second one is shorter.
Besides that, nothing much is going on . . . but you never know when something cool will happen. That’s one of the things about this writing gig. External validation is usually damned difficult to come by; most of the time, we have to be content with turning in a good day’s work. Of course, that makes the validation all the sweeter when it comes. If you’re putting yourself out there, giving it your best effort and submitting your work far and wide, you’re setting yourself up for rejection upon rejection upon rejection . . . but you’re also putting yourself in position to make a connection. No matter how discouraging the job gets, every day brings fresh hope–the hope that exciting news might show up in your mailbox.
Like this, for example. (Scroll all the way down to the "Fiction" section.)
For those who don’t know, that single star isn’t easy to come by.
A little thing, maybe, but you take what you can get. I’m quite pleased, and that’s good enough for me for today. And tomorrow? Fresh hope, once again.
No updates for Write Club.
And like Stevie’s Reggae Woman, I must now boogie on . . .
