Tuesday, January 29, 2008
I’ve been really busy this week with the writing thing. I’ve had one story accepted and it will go live on The Dead Mule on Thursday. Plus, I’ve been offered a possible opportunity with a quarterly to feature a selection of my shorter works. That’s not for a while and I don’t want to talk too much about it lest I jinx it. We Southerners are funny that way.
I’ve collected a handful of rejections this week. It’s such a new experience, and at times, I do want to crawl back into the comforting womb of this blog where everyone loves my work. But, I did make the decision to finally “get out there” and “out there” I am. I’ve been workshopping some pieces over on Zoetrope and have hooked up with some fine writers over there. Their work intimidates me at times. It’s hard not to compare my style of writing to others and wonder if I should change my voice to sound more like someone else. And it is scary knowing that I’m such a good mimic that I could.
Self-doubt is, evidently, as much a part of writing as anything else.
Labels: writing
Oscar Wilde
I love your voice.
Rejections are hard, but I think they make you better. Some guy was complaining to the boss about a column I wrote a few weeks ago. I shouldn't have let it get to me, as other folks actually called me to laugh about it, which is usually a good measure of its general success. Of course it got to me though, so I pulled out all the stops for this week...as in, I'll show HIM! I am sure I wrote a better column because of his unkindness.
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