This entry is like a buffet
Jul. 2nd, 2008 08:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whiski_sourQuick Papa update: He got out of the hospital yesterday and is doing well.
I took Carrie to buy fireworks tonight. Apparently, you can't get them in NY. Anyway, we didn't get anything fancy just smoke bombs, poppers, snakes, and three foot morning glories.
Carrie's never seen smoke bombs or morning glories. I took her out back and showed her the smoke bombs. Other than being convinced I was going to start the alley on fire, she liked them. The morning glories will come after dark.
I've come to a new level of self-doubt in my writing career (if I put it down as my occupation on my class reunion bio then I might as well call it a career, even if it's not necessarily official yet). Now that I'm comfortable enough with my work to send it out, I'm hitting the "is this original enough/is it what this magazine wants?" wall.
I realize I've just got to relax and go with it. Read the mags and decide for myself. My take on the stories is what makes them original. It's all been done before. Yadda yadda yadda.
But, I just got hit in the face last night with this dread that I may have busted my ass on a bunch of stories that I'll never be able to sell and that puts me back at square one.
After a few minutes of panicking, I gathered my scrambled brains, put 'em on ice, and went back to work. LIke my American History teacher used to say, just keep pluggin' away.
And for no particular reason at all, I had a random realization that I probably should have started tagging my LJ entries a long time ago.
This is how my brain works, people. Not very well.
I took Carrie to buy fireworks tonight. Apparently, you can't get them in NY. Anyway, we didn't get anything fancy just smoke bombs, poppers, snakes, and three foot morning glories.
Carrie's never seen smoke bombs or morning glories. I took her out back and showed her the smoke bombs. Other than being convinced I was going to start the alley on fire, she liked them. The morning glories will come after dark.
I've come to a new level of self-doubt in my writing career (if I put it down as my occupation on my class reunion bio then I might as well call it a career, even if it's not necessarily official yet). Now that I'm comfortable enough with my work to send it out, I'm hitting the "is this original enough/is it what this magazine wants?" wall.
I realize I've just got to relax and go with it. Read the mags and decide for myself. My take on the stories is what makes them original. It's all been done before. Yadda yadda yadda.
But, I just got hit in the face last night with this dread that I may have busted my ass on a bunch of stories that I'll never be able to sell and that puts me back at square one.
After a few minutes of panicking, I gathered my scrambled brains, put 'em on ice, and went back to work. LIke my American History teacher used to say, just keep pluggin' away.
And for no particular reason at all, I had a random realization that I probably should have started tagging my LJ entries a long time ago.
This is how my brain works, people. Not very well.
