A day of words, words and more words

When it comes to writing, there are times when months and months go by and it feels as though nothing is happening, nothing will ever happen. And then there are times when suddenly, everything happens at once – this is one of those times.

I feel as though I’m at the centre of a veritable flurry of literary things, and I’m loving it.

Today I read some stories as part of the InkyFingers Mini Fest and when I got home, my inbox had three nice surprises for me – a bunch of my writing all went live on the same day!

At IdeasTap, I’ve an article about financing a writing career without feeling as though you’re sacrificing the ability to write.

There’s a wee flash piece bout a women under siege called Edith’s Voice over at The Pygmy Giant.

And Metazen also published Yonica’s Beautiful Things, which just happens to be one of the stories I also read aloud today.

Whew, if only every day was as literary! Although to be honest, I’m about ready to curl up with a good book now. Maybe until Sunday, when I am super excited to be reading as part of the Edinburgh City of Lit Story Shop at the Book Festival – whew!

Sweet, messy July

This month has been a bit of a whirlwind, and in the ‘stuff getting blown about and messed up’ kind of way, rather than the ‘swept of your feet by the awesomeness’ kind of way. That’s not to say there hasn’t been some awesomeness in there!

And, to be honest, I’m certainly not in any position to complain – especially in light of all of the tragedies of recent days and months. It’s a sad old world sometimes, and I’m grateful to all the people who make mine a little nicer.

I had my birthday, which was lovely, and Flight of the Turtle was published, which just happens to have one of my stories in it.

Blowing out the candles on my TWO cakes

Work has been less lovely and can really only be described as quite stressful, which always makes me want to get over my fear (and desire to save money!) and jack in the towel and attempt freelance, but I’ve worked hard to get where I am and I’m not sure I’m ready to give it up. Also, I’m a scaredy cat!

I’m on the road to getting over one of my fears though: with two training sessions to give for work and three public readings coming up in the next couple of months, I’d better be able to finally vanquish the fear of reading aloud anyway!

Into the Ether

Well, as I’m sure most readers are well aware, it’s been a bit of a bitch of a month – and that’s me found out that another setback means I won’t know whether my mortgage has been approved until after the holidays – gah!

However, it’s not all bad news, I’ve also just discovered that iPhone short story publishers Ether have managed to get my stories up in time for Christmas. If you have an iPhone/Pad/Pod, please do download the Ether App, where you’ll find me in the Authors section and be given the option to grab a few of my stories free and three others at the modest price of 59p.

There are some amazing authors on there, and I feel thrilled to be in such esteemed company – so go check it out for work from everyone from Hilary Mantel to Henry James.

Ether is possibly the perfect pocket-sized entertainment solution for any booklovers stuck waiting for nonexistent transport to hurry up and materialise, and if you’re one of the many people struggling to get home this year – here’s wishing you good luck.

A sweet and sour day for sure, but that’s always the way isn’t it!

Rejection, never bittersweet

So I had another rejection letter this weekend and the best and worst thing about it was the obvious thought that the magazine editor had put into it. Instead of the standard slip of fail, I had a letter with the first two paragraphs saying quite nice things but also helpfully pointing out exactly what it was about the short story that didn’t work for her. There was even a brief handwritten PS with a further suggestion.

This took the sting out of the general disappointment and, even though there was that little voice inside of me churlishly say ‘but you just don’t get it’, made me want to redraft it and see how the story looked her way.

Being told you just don’t cut it it never going to be awesome, but if all editors had the time and patience and general good will as well as obvious dedication to the written word as this one seems to I probably wouldn’t mind being told it quite so much.