Creation

Writing a story is like having sex… exciting, fun, heart-pounding, sometimes messy and awkward, but always enjoyable when there is passion involved.

Then, editing is like raising the child…

I can’t stop writing

Which may seem like a good problem to have, except I’m supposed to be editing.

Since I finished my novella, I’ve written five short stories, and just signed up to write another… and I’ve only edited, partially, one chapter of my novel.

I know I need to focus on editing, or the writing was for nothing, but it is terribly difficult to stop creating.

So I give in and will try to do both at once! Editing doesn’t take much, if any, creative powers, so I’ll try to write new things and edit old things alternately, and on the same day even… maybe at the same time? šŸ˜®

Good luck to me :s

Rejection

I often feel like I’m in an unresolved quantum state of love/hate toward my own writing. It fluctuates so quickly sometimes that I can’t even read it. Nothing cures that like a rejection. Rejections magnify all faults and mute all positives. Now, maybe I can actually look at this story long enough to work on it. It’s been a while since I’ve been in the submission game, got to get used to this distressing waiting and constant disappointment again!

Waiting

The hardest part of a rejection is waiting for it…

I’m at the point where it’s been long enough that I’m starting to think they might accept it. Which, if untrue, will make the rejection more sad than it usually is.

Also, I have to keep waiting before I can send it somewhere else!

Exploring

Writing a story based in a city I’ve never been in is interesting, and fun. I wonder how writers did it before the age of the internet. I can drop down into the streets and virtually walk them to get a feel for the city. I can look up bars and restaurants and read reviews and see pictures. Some even have virtual tours.

I have a feeling writers of the past had to be much more social than I do. They probably had to seek out people who’d been there and have conversations with them, pull out details, encourage descriptions of smells and sounds and ambiance.

Sounds like a lot of trouble!

Leveled up

I feel like I’ve gained a new writing power–the power to do multiple things. I wrote two short stories in the past week, and went back to my novel without a problem. In the past, whenever I paused anything, even for a short while, to do something else, I’d lose all interest and never go back to it.

Now with this newfound power of retained focus, can I write two long things an once?? It remains to be seen, I’m not sure I am ready to try that yet… But at least I know now that it is safe to take a short story break here and there!

Very short story

I accepted a random challenge to write a 75 word story about a duel at high noon… this is what I came up with:

 
No shadows. Sun sizzles on my scalp. Lips crack, skin flakes red. Eyes blink sticky. My tongue is a paper reproduction. Resist.

Cool crystalline water, ice snap popping, condensation beading near my hand. Dusty fingers, split knuckles–they are the cracked soil longing to absorb drops from the cool glass. Resist.

He wobbles. A tower tipping, head drooping, hand swaying. His fingers touch glass. Grip it, tip it. The ground drinks. He laughs. Still I resist.