It’s that time again when I get the usual bunch of short stories sent off to be rejected. Most were submitted in May, but a few done today takes the tally to nine, the most out at one time, I think. Okay, there’s four already ‘out there’, both A Riot in the Library and Inquisition were relegated to being online by the University of Liverpool while Incineration Day was included in Epic Anthology and the Case of the Missing Mince Pies in the Chester Writers Anthology last year. None of them I was paid for, by the way, so I’m still fishing for that elusive, slippery First Commission, wriggling like a fish, if you get the imagery.
So what’s out? Well, The Last Christmas of Planet Earth is with Analog, Time of the Centuroids with Galaxy’s Edge, The Bestiarium, revised three times and probably-most-rejected-story-ever is with 3LBE, Terror of the Centuroids, eight years old this August, is with The Masters Review New Voices, Making the First Move and By the Lights of the Silvery Moons are both with Hearts Kiss. Today I have sent The Band of Firebrothers to Third Flatiron, The Beckoning Call to Apex and SID The RoboDetective to Asimov’s.
Writing is like slogging through treacle, a tough hike that makes you wonder why you bother, although with my hikes I always manage to find something unexpected and occasionally even spectacular. Red Rocks up at Hoylake was awesome last weekend, and I’m looking at going back to film an episode of Infinite Whoniverses at some point. Another example would be the spot I found on the Sandstone Trail last year and the silence was incredible. It’s these little gems that make it worthwhile. With story writing, the thrill is the same, when you find that moment that just gives you a cosmological whammy and it’s something you’ve written. Amazeballs!
Anyway, after writing that I think I’ll head off to the Coast again, because it’s gonna be another glorious day and because life’s a Beach!