One of Those Years

Did you ever have one of those years? You know the kind I mean. The kind of year when your best laid publication plans get shunted aside by the specter of life itself.

Many months ago I began posting a novel I've written here (The Space between Atoms). The idea was simple enough—it gave me a regular source of material for weekly posts on this blog, and it might provide a chance for a reader or two to be drawn into the story. One of the characters actually appears in my published story, "Friday before Senior Year."

The disc drive that holds all my files has gone bad and although it happened months ago, I haven't had the time to send it to a disc repair place. Many files were lost and I simply haven't had time to recover them. How do you find time for publishing in such a situation?

In December of 2020 I prepared eleven stories for publication. I only sent out two and they've both been rejected already. I haven't had time to send them back out again. I don't struggle to write; I struggle to publish.

Ironically, I read quite a lot of fiction that isn't that great. My guess is that the writers don't have failed disc drives. Perhaps they trust the cloud more than I do. Maybe they have connections.

Thankfully, among the files that live on my regular hard drive are the current stories that haven't been published. (All the published ones now reside on a defective disc.) Life is full of bottlenecks like this—time when time prevents the effective use of time.

Morpheus famously said, "Time is always against us." As we make our way in this Matrix world you just have to wonder what the sentient programs have in mind. I'm sure they haven't backed up onto a single external hard drive.

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Dusty

My, this thing is dusty. My fans—hi, Mom!—perhaps believe me to have perished in the pandemic. No, it was nonfiction’s fault. Since the pandemic began I’ve had two nonfiction books published and have written a third. With a nine-to-five job something’s got to give. Unfortunately it’s been fiction. Well, the groundhog didn’t see his shadow yesterday, so it must be safe to come out. I shuffled away the rejection notes and began submitting again. I’ve got a backlog of weird stories and maybe some new publishers have emerged? The thing is, don’t you just hate it when you’re in the mood to submit and some lit journal has its window for submissions firmly shut? My last story, “ The Hput, ” was published about three years ago. Oh, I’ve submitted since then, but with no traction. Well, it is winter. I’ve got a lot of stories lined up. I’ve been sending them out again, dreaming of making a dime at what I love doing best...

Creative Righting

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Creativity

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