I Don’t Mind Rejections

There are times when I post about a story being rejected by some publication or another and people think I’m upset about the rejection. There were times that I expressed anger, but that had to do with what was said in the rejection letter. Sometimes there are comments in the letters that I feel are ignorant about people with disabilities and it gets under my skin. Also–and it’s not so common these days, they seem to be a dying breed–there are editors who think it’s their job to be an asshole and I don’t take that shit very well.

But the rejections themselves? No, I don’t mind. It’s just part of the game. I approach this whole writing thing like it’s a game. From the number of words I get down each day to the number of publishers a story goes to before one of them buys it.

It’s a game. A sport. Jay Lake called writing an endurance sport. I dig that. Looking at it that way makes it fun.

It’s also just business. It’s not personal. Publications get hundreds of submissions, some of them get thousands. They can only publish a few stories each issue. A rejection doesn’t mean the story isn’t good. It could mean they just decided not to buy it. They have to make these decisions and sometimes it’s a tough decision to make.

I have been on the other side. I’d been a slush reader, an assistant editor and a judge in a contest, for different publications, over a period of a few years. For the contest, I was a judge on a panel of other judges. We was like the Supreme Court, yo. That was my last editorial gig. After that, I decided I can’t do this kind of thing anymore.

One of the reasons I made that decision is that most of the submissions were pretty decent. At all of the publications I did editorial work for, most of the submissions were decent. I liked them. I enjoyed these stories. Some I liked better than others. Some I thought were better written than others. But most of them, I found enjoyable on some level. I didn’t like deciding which stories could stay and which stories had to go.

You know the opening scene from the movie Planes, Trains and Automobiles? Where the guy is trying to make up his mind about two pieces of art? He can choose only one. Both pieces are brilliant and suitable to his needs. He has to reject one and he doesn’t know which one to reject. He has a tough decision to make. It’s like that for editors, though probably not to that extend.

Seasoned writers are more like Neal (Steve Martin). We just want an answer, yes or no, so we can sell or move on to another publisher. My biggest frustration isn’t getting rejected. My biggest frustration is that it often takes a very long time to get an answer on a story.

It’s just business. The writer creates the product, and the editor decides whether to buy it or not.

That’s a wrap

Well, that’s another novel wrapped up. The first draft, anyway. 100,587 words and 499 pages. This one is Book Two of the epic fantasy series I was talking about. The one that I stopped writing in 2004 and finally got back to last year.

I had thought the series would be about five books, but it’s looking like one more book will finish it. I hope so. I’m not very interested in writing this kind of story anymore, I just want to get it done so I can get it off my mind.

P.S.

Today, while looking for markets to submit a couple stories to, I saw that two markets I had submitted to for years are now expecting writers to pay fees when they submit stories. I’m a firm believer that the money should always flow to the writer, not the other way around. I will not pay to play.

It’s hard enough making a buck doing this, why should writers have to pay for editors to consider their work? Whenever I come across a market that charges reading fees, I’m tempted to chew them out over it.

Never pay reading fees. They’re rip offs.

Clean Ups

Yesterday, I finished cleaning up an old 9,000-word story of mine. It was slow going through that thing, because every paragraph was a disaster that needed fixing. It was not well written at all. This wasn’t the rough draft, either. Though I haven’t touched the story in years, I had gone over it many times, and it was still awful. I can’t believe I ever submitted that story for publication in the state it was in.

Today, I’m going over a new 18,000-word story, that is a rough draft. I finished writing it months ago, but haven’t had a chance to clean it up yet. Getting through this story is much easier. There are things I need to fix here and there, but not much., and I like the way it rolls.

Some Kind of Normal

It’s been hard for me to stay focused since COVID-19 started. I just haven’t been able to get the thing off my mind. Some people think it’s because I’m very worried about the virus and they’ve told me, “Don’t worry about it.”

I hate hearing that. All too often when I talk about something, anything at all, someone tells me “Don’t worry about it.” It makes me feel like I’m being shut down and my thoughts about whatever topic shouldn’t be shared.

The reason I haven’t been able to get COVID-19 off my mind is not so much that I’m worried about it, it’s more like I’m obsessed with the topic. I keep reading about it and getting into discussions about it. COVID-19 is crazy, it’s big, it’s real and it’s happening. For me, at least, it’s hard not to get caught up in the insanity of this thing.

I’d been trying to pull myself away from the topic and get my ass back on the train. Today, I succeeded. The only reason I’m blogging right now is I made it to “blog” on my daily planner.. Each day, I go down a checklist of shit I gotta do. Blogging is one of the tasks on that checklist.

I got a crapload of other stuff done today too and the day ain’t done yet. I got work into a novel, I got work into a short story, I made three submissions, I did some chores, I read four chapters of the Bible (It’s just what I’m reading right now. I’m not particularly religious.), I got in my morning workout and my evening workout (I beat the heavy bag in the morning and the speedbag in the evening.) and a few other things.

After I blog, I have a few more things to do before I call it a night. I hope tomorrow is as productive.

WIP

I’m 80,000 words (396 pages) into Book II of my epic fantasy series. Sir Jose and Sergeant Ritter are fighting at the moment and I don’t know which of them is going to die.

Lord, Have Mercy

Today was productive. I finished editing a novella and submitted it. I wrote ten new pages into the novel. The novel is now 351 pages and 71,595 words. I have three more chapters for Part Two to write, but then I’ll have a whole third part to write and that’ll be another fifteen to twenty chapters before I’m done with this draft.

I also read three chapters of the Bible today. I just finished Judges. Tomorrow I’ll start on Ruth. There is still a lot in the Bible that bothers me. I just finished a chapter where a man throws his woman out to the mob so they can rape her all night long. When the woman dies on the doorstep, the man wants revenge on the men who raped her, and God is on his side.

I’m still hoping the New Testament will turn all this craziness around like some people have been telling me. But I cannot believe that so many Christians preach portions of the Old Testament. So far, the Old Testament promotes genocide, slavery, rape, kidnapping and forced marriage, and a number of other things that make me very angry.

Yes, there are some things in there that make sense to me and sound good, but a lot of it is disturbing.