Oh my – long time, lots of dust, and wow, yes, it’s been quite a while. Evidently I prefer writing to blogging, particularly when I’m chatting largely into the void. I’m going to rework the site and see if I can’t incorporate my Twitter feed, which is where I do most of my (very short) posting these days. Stay tuned…
Oh, and if you want to follow me directly on Twitter, I’m @PetersShell.
November is extra busy this year, and December looks like it will be busier still. I’m trying to fit in as much writing as I can in the next few weeks, because I know that opportunities to write will become increasingly rare between now and the end of the year. And there are a few submission opportunities (short stories, mostly) that I’m eyeing, which means I need to have stories ready to go.
I really could use 32-hour days. Or the ability to do without sleep. Or possibly both. Oh well. Onwards!
Oh my. I sent Bowling Ball off to an open-submissions call this week. On the one hand, I’m very excited. On the other hand, I’m well aware of how much of a cattle-call an open submissions is. Editors will be swamped with manuscripts. Your book’s chance of catching someone’s eye depends a lot on luck, how good you are at writing blurbs/synopses/cover-letters (in my case, probably not very), and just how undercaffeinated/overstresed/compatible-with-your-aesthetic that particular editor happens to be on that given day.
So yes. Rather like sending a child off for their first day of school, with a lottery ticket, and telling her “Good luck, kid. I hope you manage to find your way to class, have a good day, and get home again.”
Let’s hope Bowling Ball is clever and lucky.