So, this year I’ve been trying to make a point of sending out at least one story a month. I just looked at the spreadsheet where I keep track of all this and realized that last month, I missed. Nothing went out.
Seriously, this shouldn’t be all that difficult. I have at least a dozen stories written and revised that are (arguably) ready to send out. So why are they just sitting there? Granted, some of them have been sent out, but there’s nothing that says they can’t go out to multiple places. (I rarely send work somewhere that doesn’t do simultaneous submissions, unless they promise a fast turnaround.)
Anyway, no excuses. Two of them are going out this week.
I’m kind of envious of Paul Jarvis’s life (but in the self-motivating kind of way). He’s a freelancer who lives on Vancouver Island in the middle of the woods with his wife and their tiny clutch of rats.
The creative world’s bullshit industrial complex. This is why whenever I give advice I stress the most salient point of all: really, I don’t know shit.
What to do when no one shows up to your reading. My #protip: bring family along. I did a reading with three other writers in Washington state for an audience made up almost entirely of my parents, partner, a couple of the writers’ friends, the bookstore staff, and the resident cat.