A desperate bid to rediscover creativity
Ad Astra was good. I came home very tired and would have slept through the Backyardigans after dinner except that Monique kept watch on me and woke me up repeatedly. So Ate, Drank, Danced I won 2 free books and bought 2 others Talked and talked and talk to lots of people Attended two very… Continue reading Covertly carrying cupcakes
I've been engaged in a long quest to free a land from the scourge of pixelated evil. It's been hard on my thumbs, and earned many eye rolls from my wife. And I'm still not done. I want to do some writing, but I guess I just haven't wanted it enough to actually put away… Continue reading How I spent my past few weeks.
I have very little to show for 2007; only one completed short story that’s so far been rejected twice. I did write a fair bit through the course of the year. Several writing weekends produced a fair amount of text. But the words I produced haven’t amounted to much. It was a year of dead… Continue reading 2007 writing year in review
A burst of effort in the first few weeks this year has yielded results in one story ready for proofreading and another one slimmed down and ready for mailing to new markets. I blame the delay on not initially wanting to revisit the story and trim 500 words from it to make it viable to… Continue reading Writing news
Finally, finally, finally sending out Company Car to another market after its last rejection. I blame the delay on not initially wanting to revisit the story and trim 500 words from it to make it viable to a wider selection of markets (well that, and LEGO Star Wars II for PS2 is a totally addictive… Continue reading On your way little manuscript
I'm reading friends' new year/end of the year posts and figure I should do the same, but writing-wise it was an underwhelming year. I read a lot, watched more, and gamed on the PS2. But the words that I did manage to get down never really came together. I have a self-imposed deadline on the first of Feb… Continue reading The year of meh
So sad that Sully the Short snuck his shiv into the shower and stabbed Sylvester the Snitch.
Received a rejection notice late on a Saturday night (an appropriate time for rejection and second only to Monday morning) for Company Car from Weird Tales. This says a few things about the sender and the receiver: first that editors work ungodly hours; and second that I have no life if I'm checking email late… Continue reading In which Mark says, “Fuck it,” and moves on
The wind blows across the empty field. Crickets chirp. In the distance, a dog barks and is shot for his trouble.
I have a lot of stories on the go. I make progress on them at random. My current problem is that I'm not finishing any of them. By flipping from one story to the next I'm starting to feel like I might not reach the end of any of them in a while. And this… Continue reading Focus or Flip?
Dispatches from Obscurity 