Penny Goes to Market
Well, I finally did it. I got off my kiester for the first time in several months, and submitted a story to market. I'd made a new year's resolution to submit at least one story to market per month, but after January, all ambitions in that direction fled me. I think it was a combination of several factors, but I don't really feel like going into them in depth right now. Suffice to say, last night, when I slipped the print-out into its manila envelope and addressed it, it was the first time I've felt like a writer in a long while.
Don't get me wrong. I haven't had doubts that I could be a writer, or feared that the muse had abandoned me permanently. I just didn't feel like working on the stories that I thought could be published (as opposed to, say, the stuff I write for RPGs). Free time was spent away from a computer, or being distracted by other projects. I knew it was just a matter of waiting for my muse to come around, and for some ideas to percolate, and in the meantime trying not to be too frustrated with her. After all, she did give me quite a beautiful little story back in the Spring. But it was a long wait.
And I like the feeling of being a writer. I like the feeling I get when I write a new story, or pore over something with a red pen, or print out the final draft and send it on its merry way. I'm glad that the feeling is back, and I'm going to be looking at some other stories in the near future to make sure the feeling stays, especially in time for Nanowrimo.
Thank you, love, for being so supportive. It means a lot to me. <3
Don't get me wrong. I haven't had doubts that I could be a writer, or feared that the muse had abandoned me permanently. I just didn't feel like working on the stories that I thought could be published (as opposed to, say, the stuff I write for RPGs). Free time was spent away from a computer, or being distracted by other projects. I knew it was just a matter of waiting for my muse to come around, and for some ideas to percolate, and in the meantime trying not to be too frustrated with her. After all, she did give me quite a beautiful little story back in the Spring. But it was a long wait.
And I like the feeling of being a writer. I like the feeling I get when I write a new story, or pore over something with a red pen, or print out the final draft and send it on its merry way. I'm glad that the feeling is back, and I'm going to be looking at some other stories in the near future to make sure the feeling stays, especially in time for Nanowrimo.
Thank you, love, for being so supportive. It means a lot to me. <3