October Submission Blitz 2015 – Query and Micro Fiction

October 28, 2015 at 1:06 am (dark fantasy, horror, writing) (, , , , , , , )

My plans for blogging multiple times this month are as dead as my poor tomato plants after the first serious frost. Unfortunately, my time available for writing has been cut short by the slow demise of a netbook battery that has proven difficult to replace and my daughter reclaiming her laptop – so I’m limited on what I can do away from home.  This includes finding time to write my blogs.  So, I’m abandoning my Scary Litte Girl theme and just focussing on the blitz itself until the end of the month.

Actually, it did take a bit longer for my garden to die this year.  The warm weather lasted longer.  I was still picking kale, broccolini, beets and chard on Monday.  A happy time suck, but one nonetheless.

Anyway, aside from the first couple of acceptances, I’ve only had a handful of rejections and I’m waiting on the rest.  One story was rejected a couple of times, only to be sent off again – but I have made my 27 submission goal as of today.  Only four more to go before end of month and multiple possibilities.  My submissions did include three micro fiction submissions, not my norm, and a rare agent query.  I haven’t tried that in a couple of years, but I stumbled across one today that might click with my work, and at least now I have a couple of pro-rate acceptances to mention in my query letter.

So I’ll push my way on to Halloween.  I’ve asked for a new computer for Christmas so I can get my writing back on track.  We’ll see how that one turns out.

More later…

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A Current Endeavor – Accepting the Unexpected

July 15, 2013 at 12:20 am (Fervor, writing) (, , , , , , , )

Things don’t always grow when and where you intend them too. I found that fact out in more ways than one. Take this year’s garden. We planted several types of seeds, and we had a second year’s growth from our asparagus – although we have to wait for year three in order to harvest that. We planted chard, beets, beans (three types), squash, tomatoes, carrots, lettuce, peas, zucchini and pumpkin. The peas and yellow beans didn’t come up at all. The cucumbers made a go at it, but then died. The spaghetti squash met with a tragic accident, but everything else is doing at least okay.

And then there’s the rogue pumpkin.

We have a pumpkin growing in our bean row. We didn’t plant it there – in fact you could say that while we are responsible for it being there, we didn’t put the seed “in” the garden. It went into the compost used to fertilize the garden, the remains of Halloween, and it just happened to grow. Now it is bigger than anything we planted with intent, and has crowded out some of our bean plants.

I kind of feel that way about my Fervor series. I never planned to write it in the first place, but when frustration at failing to get any response from agents was getting to me (I still don’t have one BTW and stopped trying to get one long ago after some unpleasant experiences) I tried something a little different. I took a stab at an agent’s “theme wish-list”, picked one at random, wrote up an outline over a lunch hour and six weeks later had the first draft of Fervor in hand.

And, of course, after a couple of rounds of edits the agent in question wouldn’t even look at it.

I tossed it in my writer compost, throwing it out there with no expectation for it to grow, but a small press liked it and agreed to publish it, and several readers liked it too. It was only meant to be a one-off, but I got asked to write more and now I’m working on book number five in the series with plans on nine total before the end. It has grown like crazy… a seed that I didn’t plant and that I never intended to grow – but there it is.

I’ve planted plenty of seeds – I’ve completed twenty novels to date and only four have been in my Fervor series, but my Fervor novels are the ones doing the best. It’s nice in one way, but a little disappointing in another, just like with my garden. Sometimes, like it or not, that’s just the way it is. You can’t necessarily predict how things are going to work out. What will grow, will grow.

And at least I’m going to end up with a lot of pumpkins.

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