So, the blow to my ego has fed the foot dragging with my writing. I haven’t written anything new beyond than blog posts for [Bad username: defconone] for the last few weeks. Part of it is that I have no shorts I’m dying to write. Part of it is that I haven’t decided what to do with my unfinished novels. I’ve learned enough from the last few months to know things I need to improve. And rebuilding novel-length fiction is kinda scary.
In a week I need to get my submission off to Crossed Genres for their “Eastern” issue. I've given it one more pass, tried to clear out some snags. It's now in the girlfriend's email waiting feedback.
After I get that sent off, I will be at the writing workshop at Norwescon. I fully expect to have Court of the Red King raked over the coals. I have some pretty extensive changes I want to make to the story structure, mainly adding a second POV to the piece. Part of it is to give more depth and length. At the moment, it’s pretty damn short for a novel. Part of it is that I’ve written one too many short stories about burnt out thirty-something office drones, and feel that I need to give this some stronger contrast. I don’t want to be a one-trick pony.
But, yeah. Four professional writers taking turns telling me exactly what’s wrong with my novel. I will be decompressing in the bar afterwards. Maybe crying. I can’t decide if it’s good or bad that I know one of the people who will be critiquing it. She’s never read anything by me before. We mainly know each other through D&D. This could be mortifying.
I've also learned that I'll have to miss a reading/signing by K.C. Ball. When it rains...
Somewhere in here I need to get my act together for Kansas. It’s looking like I’ll be paying for the whole shebang out of pocket. Between my tax refund and some payment for writing, I should be able to swing it. I wanted to dump that windfall into debt, but that's going to require some other sort of miracle. Now I just need to club some short stories into shape for the workshop.
After I get back from that, I’ll be at the PNWA writer’s conference. I got my registration in early enough to do the pitches before agents. Now I just need to figure out what I’m pitching and how. Ten minutes face to face with an agent or an editor. Yeah, that's not scary at all. Somewhere around there I may have gotten my critiques back for my attempt to submit A Sunless Garden to their literary contest. Again with the firing squad.