Actual writing type update.
So the anthology I submitted my essay to has lost their publisher. The publisher is closing/closed. So I won't know anything (whether I was actually accepted or not or what) until who knows when.
On one hand I wonder if she sent the email about it to everyone that submitted or just the people she'd intended on publishing. Thus begins my monkey brains dance of obsession. Did I or Didn't I? Very annoying.
I also dug out my copy of Writing the Natural Way. I was already familiar with this method I don't know why I started reading the book again. I am also a little mystified as to why I am having such a yen to read method books when I already know my method.
Actually no big mystery I'm just frustrated as usual.
My fiction is not getting picked up anywhere. Because well frankly a lot of it sucks.
I don't submit much of anything else. I had stopped submitting poetry so I could concentrate on getting my chapbook together but of course now that's not happening so yeah.
The living at Stresscon15 for weeks months at a time is just killing whatever skills I had.
Srlsy.
Not to mention I'm having some very serious "OMFG MY FUCKING WRITING SUCKS WTF DO I DO NOW" type thought pattern going on.
I also am not happy I have no new books to read. I think I will have to sneak off to Value Village and find some cheap trashy paperbacks.
Ok I've had enough. That's all the news in my wee universe.
And I'm kinda sad I gave up my pouty icon.
No wait, I bought a kickass summer dress for 10$. That helps a little.
On one hand I wonder if she sent the email about it to everyone that submitted or just the people she'd intended on publishing. Thus begins my monkey brains dance of obsession. Did I or Didn't I? Very annoying.
I also dug out my copy of Writing the Natural Way. I was already familiar with this method I don't know why I started reading the book again. I am also a little mystified as to why I am having such a yen to read method books when I already know my method.
Actually no big mystery I'm just frustrated as usual.
My fiction is not getting picked up anywhere. Because well frankly a lot of it sucks.
I don't submit much of anything else. I had stopped submitting poetry so I could concentrate on getting my chapbook together but of course now that's not happening so yeah.
The living at Stresscon15 for weeks months at a time is just killing whatever skills I had.
Srlsy.
Not to mention I'm having some very serious "OMFG MY FUCKING WRITING SUCKS WTF DO I DO NOW" type thought pattern going on.
I also am not happy I have no new books to read. I think I will have to sneak off to Value Village and find some cheap trashy paperbacks.
Ok I've had enough. That's all the news in my wee universe.
And I'm kinda sad I gave up my pouty icon.
No wait, I bought a kickass summer dress for 10$. That helps a little.