Well, the printer's still not fixed. The nephew's got an examination on the fourth and nothing can move until then. I suppose I could just stick to writing stories for places which accept email subs. The trouble is, the places I know tend to go for really short, short stories. Like seven hundred words or a thousand at most. My short stories can't seem to fit in less than fifteen hundred words.
So - the resolution is - get the printer fixed as soon as possible. Get some English and Irish stamps arranged for the Ireland and UK market SAE work - and try to stick to email subbing (to places that accept them) for as until that's done.
Now - I'm feeling sore against someone who criticised one of my writing group effort stories. I really do think I'm balanced but I felt that the person concerned was being sarcastic. She did give good, constructive criticism too, but the sarcasm bit deeply, I was like 'oww, leave me alone!' The constructive bits of the criticism I'll happily take on board, as mostly, she hit the nail on the head. As for the rest, I'll 'ignore if I disagree', and yes! I do disagree. I have to keep telling myself she didn't know it was me! She couldn't have. So why get upset?
Editing my efforts is coming more easily to me. A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a story with the opening lines "Well old girl!" Mary said sadly. "It seems we have come to the end of the road." By the time I was finished it was "Well, old girl! The end of the road." The moral? Never use seventeen words where eight will do. A lesson worth learning!
This post originally appeared on Write Away on WordPress on 2/06/2010
So - the resolution is - get the printer fixed as soon as possible. Get some English and Irish stamps arranged for the Ireland and UK market SAE work - and try to stick to email subbing (to places that accept them) for as until that's done.
Now - I'm feeling sore against someone who criticised one of my writing group effort stories. I really do think I'm balanced but I felt that the person concerned was being sarcastic. She did give good, constructive criticism too, but the sarcasm bit deeply, I was like 'oww, leave me alone!' The constructive bits of the criticism I'll happily take on board, as mostly, she hit the nail on the head. As for the rest, I'll 'ignore if I disagree', and yes! I do disagree. I have to keep telling myself she didn't know it was me! She couldn't have. So why get upset?
Editing my efforts is coming more easily to me. A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a story with the opening lines "Well old girl!" Mary said sadly. "It seems we have come to the end of the road." By the time I was finished it was "Well, old girl! The end of the road." The moral? Never use seventeen words where eight will do. A lesson worth learning!
This post originally appeared on Write Away on WordPress on 2/06/2010