Ha! The month may have been a bust so far as writing a story a day, but the one story I have written has already been purchased. Now I can settle in and start trying to do a story a day for the rest of the month.
So far this month has been a bust for me as far as a story a day goes. I started a story on the first, and finished it on the 13th. But it’s a story that I’ll be submitting to an anthology, which I figured made it more important than something I just dashed off so I could say I’d written a story that day. Tomorrow my writers’ group will critique it, and then I will rip it to shreds, put it back together (as a far better story, so I hope!), polish it, and submit it.
At that point, if I can beat back depression, I may actually start writing a story a day.
Anyway, it’s fantasy, nearly 10,000 words (yes, I write long). I’m hoping to cut it to 7k words or fewer, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to. My red pen and I will become fast friends by the end of the day tomorrow!
I started a story that was actually brainstormed for a poem in April, but the brainstorming got a bit out of control, and it was obviously enough for a story. However, the story is going to be a bit longer than I had time for. I’ll finish it later, but I did get a good first scene. Fantasy, with a bit of inadvertent magic.
April is National Poetry Month. I’ve written a poem (sometimes more than one) every day this April. And now the sudden switch! From a poem a day to a story a day. Psychic whiplash! I already have one story somewhat brainstormed (it was an idea for a poem that got far too involved), so that’s a start! So tonight at midnight, after I post my last poem for April, I’ll begin my first story for May.
Sigh. I did not finish the story I was working on, and now the month is over. I spent hours judging a contest I was running on AllPoetry, probably spending more time than I should have, but learning a great deal in the process.
Next year! Next year I should have more “spoons” at the beginning of May.
For June, however, I’ve joined a “Page a Day” challenge. That should be easy peasy, as I’ve a habit of writing around 1000 words a day (which is four pages, normal manuscript format). I’m trying to finish a novel that I started in National Novel Writing Month last November.
At least I did write and sell a story this month, so it is by far not wasted time!
Well, no one reads this blog anyway, so I think I’ll brag here even though the ToC hasn’t been released to the public yet. The story I wrote at the beginning of this month, which I finished on the 7th, I then sent through my writers’ group on May 8th. It was critiqued on May 15th, and I then spent the entire night rewriting it. Sometime the morning of the 16th I sent it off to the latest Sword & Sorceress anthology (#29). I didn’t hear back, and wondered if my submission had been lost. If so, it was too late, as May 16th was the deadline. So I queried, and was told that my contract had been sent out! So a story I began last year for Story a Day, finished this year during Story a Day, and spent an entire night rewriting and polishing was sold the very next day. That, I think, is a record for me!
Today was my writers’ critique group. We discussed a chapter of my novel, and I got much more motivated to work on the novel some more (this was the last complete chapter) than to write short fiction. Sigh. So, very little work done on any story whatsoever, although I started finishing one I started in 2013.
I have nominally finished the laundromat story, but I don’t like the ending. It repeats something that happens earlier, and therefore loses its “punch.” But I really shouldn’t play with it now. On to the next story!
So, what is it about doing a good job one day and then totally dropping the ball the next day? Because that’s what happened to me today. My daughter talked me into going out and sitting in the shade while she worked on the path she was building through our front lawn. I can’t stand to just sit, so I ended up trimming back the bushes that are attempting to take over the front sidewalk. Today was in the 80s, hottest of the year so far, I think. Far too hot. Now I just feel fried, even though I didn’t get sunburned. It didn’t help that the “Grime Fighters” on my desktop computer took about three hours to clean it up. I have two other computers (laptop and netbook), but since the manuscript was only on my desktop–I forgot to save it to Dropbox last night, at least everything I wrote yesterday–it was a bit harder to work on. I did brainstorm the ending, which I got stuck on last night because it seemed like I’d stolen my own thunder with one of the incidents. But I think I’ve fixed it now, and given it a bit more tension–at least brainstormed to do so. So it should be easy to finish. I tell myself. But do I do it? No.