I’ve been busy either writing, thinking about writing, or researching two stories. One is called “Saved By The Enemy,” the other is called “Stories While You Wait.”
“Saved By The Enemy” was first written as a play; however, I decided it had the potential to be a good short story, perhaps even a novel. “Stories While You Wait” is a new work in progress. We will see how that goes and I’ll keep you posted.
That, short and sweet, is what’s going on right now. Thanks for checking out my blog.
Always my best
How do I apologize for my lack of blogs? I think by telling the truth. Yes. This fiction writer will tell the truth about why I have been absent from the blogosphere.
I got my feelings hurt with another rejection. I’ve had a great deal more of my stories rejected than printed. Haven’t most writers? But this. I worked on a play I thought was awesome, different, fresh, and last but not least pretty damn good.
I did what writers do. I became despondent. The wind was knocked out of me. “I’m just not good enough,” I told myself. So, I stopped writing. Now, weeks later, I have to start again. Am I some kind of glutton for punishment? “No,” I say to myself, and to you dear reader, and/or fellow writer. I have come to the conclusion that it is perfectly natural to think of ourselves as lousy writers.
With that in mind, I have decided to write wheather I ever get published or not. It’s what I do. I keep writing. I keep writing even when I am forced to scrap my darlings to the big shoe box. I keep writing when I recover from a particular painful rejection. I keep writing when I turn on Netflix and see a horror movie that is so terrible compared to my efforts, it is inconceivable that a writer actually got paid to craft it.
It’s the efforts that should by all rights have been a flop that keep me going. The hope that I’ll someday get paid for something I wrote. And sometimes, and this is when it’s the best, I get to write the storis I really want to tell.