1

Oh this is good this is GOOD best thing I’ve written in weeks.  I’ll let it simmer, run through ONE MORE TIME early tomorrow and submit.  YES!

2

Submit

3

Oh crap I can’t believe I misspelled two words and spell check didn’t catch them before submitting.  Stupid spell check.

So… leave as is, or withdraw, correct and resubmit?  Withdraw and resubmit.  But won’t that make me look worse?  What kind of editor needs THAT crap?  They’ll see the other 9876 words spelled correctly and figure, “hey, this writer knows his stuff, he just has a stupid spell check.”

I need a drink.

4

Where am I in the queue.  287.  Jesus.  289 yesterday.  Why do I bother checking.

And why is the cat meowing?  WTF could it want.  I know I put out food and water.

5

11:30 AM cripes I meant to get up early an hour ago.

What to work on today… what to do… 4 rejected stories to analyze for failure.  Why were they rejected.  What did I do wrong.  Hell, what do I ever do RIGHT?  I should give up.  I’ll never get the hang of this.  So many ideas, so little talent.  it’s decided: I’m done.  I won’t even check the story that’s still out.

Okay… finish trimming the lawn, rewash the laundry if it’s mildewed, shower and reward myself with a BIG frozen margarita.  Yes.

Dammit dog THAT IS THE CAT’S FOOD.

6

193 in the queue.  Holy shit.

7

Oh my god why didn’t I think of this earlier.  The protagonist is the real victim!  Double-crossed by the FBI agent!  Cripes, an amateur could have seen that on first draft, and I’m up to the sixth???

That’s it I really quit.  No one try and stop me.

8

Email from the editor!  I am de-queued!

Oh man… can’t look.  Can’t look.  Well, it’s surely another rejection.  I’ll just psyche myself up for that.  Then I won’t be let down, and an acceptance will be all the better for fooling me.  Yeah.

But why can’t it be an acceptance?  I sold one story, why not another?  And this new one is better than that one, so yeah.  Yeah, I’m opening this email with confidence!  I’m due!

Rejected.

9

So one editor says the story starts at the wrong place, and another says it’s info dumpy.  Well excuse ME for wanting to enlighten the reader.  But hey, I can play that game.

The nondescript character may or may not have died from undetermined causes, so quickly that his or her life had just the time to flash the past three hours which had been spent in an alcohol-binge-recovering haze.

No no no.  I feel like being a real terrorist.

It was a dark and stormy night…

god ALMIGHTY CAT WHY ARE YOU MEOWING AGAIN I WILL END YOU

10

I suck I suck I suck I suck

11

Okay, enough of the pity party.  It’s time to hunker down and WRITE.  Say it with me:

No such thing as writer’s block.  No such thing as writer’s block.

Other writers insist it’s all about a butt in a seat, and fingers on a writing instrument.  Discipline.

Dammit, this is fiction not a oh look a new Donald Trump video.

12

Okay, it’s a brand-new day.  Breathe.

At least three new ideas hit me last night over margaritas.  Scribbled ’em right here on this bar napkin.  I’ll type up the usual synopsis, park them for later, and revisit when I finish these other…

46 works in progress.

I need a vacation.

 

…and when was the last time I heard from the cat?

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