Since August last year I have been lucky enough to have had six pieces of my writing published. Now, just to ensure that you all know that there is a cosmic balance out there, I have also had my share of rejections too.
During that time period I made the decision to not just write for fun. Obviously it still HAD to be fun, or there would be no point in doing it, but it wouldn’t be just a hobby but something more.
Short stories are written every week; I am part of an active writing community; I have written (and am currently editing) a twenty-seven thousand word novella; I have finished (and will edit/re-write) a close to sixty-thousand word ‘novel’ during Nanowrimo; I am working on the script for an ongoing web-comic; and I am working on my real, first novel (not under the Nano constraints) chapter by chapter (as all the best books go ).
And it is STILL fun!
Today, though, something ‘new’ happened. I got an email (prompted by the publication of ‘The way not to wish’ over at Every Day Fiction) from the editor of a new, international print journal asking if I would consider submitting to New Fiction Journal.
My mind is well and truly boggled – but in a good way – and now I have to review my work, pick some pieces, polish them off and send them his way.