Thank GOD. After a week-long hiatus, thanks to the dedicated efforts of my Awesomest Techno-Guru, my website is up and running again, and it’s better than ever!
(Kisses Logan’s feet. Feeds him grapes.) *Realizes that Steven might be reading this and will probably get jealous.* (Shrugs, pops Logan another grape.)
Which means I can blog again
Ok, so what happened to me in the last week while I waited for my website to migrate to its new home?
Jeesh, lemme start with Clarion West turning me down. Turds. I fart in their general direction.
Also, I wrote a short story called The Auldhund that I like very much. It only took 12 tries to get to the current draft (No, seriously. Six drafts each under two different names, and still it’s nowhere near complete. It’s a fantasy with Rhydderch and Wulmaer set in the same world as the Rockfarmer’s War (or whatever the hell I’m going to call it…These Damn Books still has a nice ring to it). The Auldhund has the makings for WotF, especially since I’ve had my Awesomest Detail Gurus (Tomas and Kevin) pour over it and help my poor, stunted brain insert some scene in there. (Gah! Scene, setting, place…who needs it? Character is so much cooler…)
My only problem with The Auldhund is that what began as 7900 words bloated into 8500 words, then billowed into 8900 words, and is now stubbornly hovering at 10300 words, with the nagging urge I’m cutting too much good stuff away in my editing. I am seriously thinking of throwing out the latest 10300 draft and returning to the first draft I liked so much, foregoing the last 4 days of work altogether. Wouldn’t that be fun. How friggin’ typical.
Let’s see… A half dozen rejections, every one of them one-liners.
My sleep schedule devolved into 2-3 hour naps, 2-3 times a day, and has resisted all attempts to put it to rights. I’m exhausted most of the time as a result, and the whole Cabin Fever thing is really starting to get to me.
And, the coolest thing of all: I found and joined an awesome online writing group called Codex Writers. I did so originally to establish contact with Tom Pendergrass because I wanted to tell him how cool his two published pieces were that I read (one in Aberrant Dreams, the other in a WotF anthology) and couldn’t seem to track his elusive butt down in any other way. I was able to deliver my message, but, even cooler, I was able to become a part of a no-joke serious professional writing group–exactly the kind of thing that we’re missing up here in AK. I’ve already signed up for two of their ‘contests,’ one in which I’m expected to write a novel by November (no problemo) and another in which I’m supposed to write 2000 words of fiction every day (that’s gonna kill me.) They’ve got great writers, a great forum, and a great attitude. Just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside thinking about it. I’ve gotten two great critiques on Auldhund so far, courtesy of Krista and Meg, and I’m stunned at the sort of professionalism they’ve leveled upon my work. Kind of leaves me in awe, and makes me wonder why the hell I didn’t find Codex earlier.
So, to recap, the Barbarian Hordes struck again. Editors have me on their shit-list for some reason. I slaughtered a really great story by screwing with it. I joined a writers’ group that doesn’t seem to be a collection of hacks. Oh, and I have my blog back.
Life is good. (Feeds Logan another grape.)
-Sara King
www.kingfiction.com