No writing. Let’s just get that out of the way. I’ve been very, let’s just say…. emotional.
But I did hear back from the magazine I submitted my short story to. The answer is no, short and sweet. And the trouble is, I’m running out of markets: I pulled up my Excel spreadsheet and reviewed all of the places I’ve submitted this piece, all of which I thought would make great homes, but all of which I’ve been rejected from.* So I rallied on Facebook and asked for suggestions. Thanks to that, I discovered two potential markets: both have submission periods that end on July 31st. One doesn’t pay save for a contributor copy of the mag but is very prestigious, and the other pays, but I’m not sure if it’s a professional market or not. Oh, and both take ninety days to get back to me. So I need to do some sampling, make sure I have my arms wrapped around both markets, and pick one (all while trying to get my Hugo votes in by, you guessed it, the 31st).
This time next week, I should know where I’m sending my short story next. I also need to get back on the saddle, writing-wise, even if I’m not pursuing the free-write UF I’ve been tinkering with. We’ll see.
* = Yeah, I’m ending sentences with propositions. Deal with it, yo.