In Which I Become a Big-Time Published Writer

I have exciting news — I have a published short story out on the Interwebs. It’s called “The Observable Universe” and you can read it right now on Creative Colloquy. It feels great to have my writing reach a larger audience, like hitting a grand slam while eating a pizza; like I’ve climbed to theContinue reading “In Which I Become a Big-Time Published Writer”

Reading the Competition

Over the last couple of years, I have submitted to a truckload of literary journals. None of them have ever published me and I have yet to win any writing contests. The closest I got was last summer, when I was a finalist for a contest (but not enough of a finalist to see myContinue reading “Reading the Competition”

The Next Project

This week, I got an email from a literary journal. They were reaching out to let me know that they were not interested in publishing my story. The news probably would’ve hurt, but I honestly couldn’t remember which story they were talking about. I had to dig through my submissions spreadsheet to even remember whichContinue reading “The Next Project”

Short Story Seeks Good Home

Sometimes, I think my story is kind of like an ugly puppy. It’s small (I mean, it’s only 147 KB in PDF form), I have a love for it that my friends think is unhealthy and nobody seems to want it. I’m practically giving it away. I can’t keep it. It needs a good home.Continue reading “Short Story Seeks Good Home”

Paying My Dues

It’s hard to launch a career. Really, it’s hard to start anything that’s new. Taking those steps into the bright, shining newness is also a step into an obstacle course. When I started shopping my writing around at literary journals and websites, I thought I would’ve made it by now. I thought I would beContinue reading “Paying My Dues”

The Thing That Keeps Us Going

Yesterday afternoon, I got a literary journal in the mail. It was one I submitted to last year. They rejected my piece, but I get copies of the magazine; a consolation prize. As I tore off the plastic wrapping, I wanted nothing more than to find my own words in those pages. But they weren’tContinue reading “The Thing That Keeps Us Going”

The Sharp Sting

“The editors have carefully read your submission, but we regret that it does not meet our current needs.” Ouch. Rejection hurts. It hurts because it’s personal. My writing is a part of me; the story an extension of my life story. And when someone turns it down, it gouges a neat little hole in myContinue reading “The Sharp Sting”

Envelopes and Anticipation

There was an undeniable sense of destiny as I slipped the envelope into the mailbox. Inside was a submission for a literary journal’s fiction contest. I’ve entered several contests and submitted to many journals over the past year, but for some reason, this one felt bigger. Why? Why was I so apprehensive? The reason, IContinue reading “Envelopes and Anticipation”

Risking Publication (Maybe)

It was cold and clear when I stepped out onto my deck around midnight last night. The stars were out and I could see my breath in the air. Mount Elden rose as a shadow in the distance; the traffic lights at Fourth Street cycled green-yellow-red green-yellow-red for no one. And somewhere, a Word documentContinue reading “Risking Publication (Maybe)”