Last week, I talked about a short story I wrote called "Lost My Marbles." I fully edited it to the best of my ability, tightened it up and fixed all the mistakes I could find. I managed to knock off 2,000 words from the total just by getting rid of inessential information, but it's still a bit of a long short story. And it's just called "Marbles" now.
Having edited it, I like it even better than I did before. I already sent it out to a magazine and was rejected, so I have it out to another. Rejections don't bother me as much as they used to. It sucks, but after being a professional freelance writer and getting feedback of all different kinds, I have come to really appreciate that people have different likes and needs. What someone likes feels off to someone else.
A rejection from a magazine doesn't necessarily mean my writing is bad, they hate my story, etc. It just means the story wasn't a good fit, it wasn't what they were looking for, what they wanted. While unfortunate, that's to be expected. You can't say yes to everything.
In the meantime, I've started to write another story. This time, it's about a fairy, an old man, and a garden that's more than the sum of its parts.
A bit of a shorter entry, but at least I wrote one, eh?
Reader, please check out my author page at www.facebook.com/authoremilyblue, or give me a look on Twitter, @Miss_Emily_Blue.
Until next time.
~Blue
Tuesday, August 28, 2018
Monday, August 20, 2018
Flea Market Find
I can barely believe it’s been almost two months since I
last updated my blog. It’s been a very busy summer. With some of my family
gone, I’ve had to delegate some extra time per day to go over to my parents’
house to let the dog out. I don’t mind because I love that dog, but it does
chop some of my available freetime away. With everyone back now, and my current
deadline finished yesterday, it seemed like a good time to update.
I went on some shopping trips over the past couple months, to toy shows, antique malls, and a flea market. I love places that aren’t regular stores, where there’s just a clutter of interesting things that always changes each time. It’s always a hit or miss, but it’s never boring. You never know what you’re going to find, even if all you do is end up being amazed at how many people are trying to sell glass beer and soda bottles. I’m sure there must be some that are collectible, but they have to be few and far between when you have to navigate entire forests of what appears to be every single beverage the seller has enjoyed in their lifetime.
My trip to the flea market, I didn’t find anything to buy, but I did find a story. The idea came to me out of nowhere, as the best ideas do, created out of a random passing thought that just so happens to stick with you.
I thought of a seemingly innocuous item that might be for sale, though its purchase brings the buyer far more than they bargain for. And just like that, I was off. I wrote a short story that turned out not to be so short at all, more than three times as long as I originally thought. By the time I typed “The End” I had churned out 65 pages in what was a pretty short time for me, a little more than a week.
It’s a good story. I don’t often say that about my own writing, but I believe it this time. It might not be an entirely original idea -what is these days?- but I approached it in my own way and brought my own spin to it.
I just spent the last couple days marking down edits on the story, which I have titled, “Lost My Marbles.” I still like it, even after having spent some time away from it to get a fresh perspective. I think, after I let it sit a bit and then edit it, I’ll try to send it out to some magazines. That's how much I believe in it.
I feel like I've rambled on a little too long, so I'll leave off here. I'd love if you, reader, check me out at www.facebook.com/authoremilyblue or follow me on Twitter, where my handle is @Miss_Emily_Blue. I post different content on each platform, so be sure you can catch all of it.
Until next time.
~Blue
I went on some shopping trips over the past couple months, to toy shows, antique malls, and a flea market. I love places that aren’t regular stores, where there’s just a clutter of interesting things that always changes each time. It’s always a hit or miss, but it’s never boring. You never know what you’re going to find, even if all you do is end up being amazed at how many people are trying to sell glass beer and soda bottles. I’m sure there must be some that are collectible, but they have to be few and far between when you have to navigate entire forests of what appears to be every single beverage the seller has enjoyed in their lifetime.
My trip to the flea market, I didn’t find anything to buy, but I did find a story. The idea came to me out of nowhere, as the best ideas do, created out of a random passing thought that just so happens to stick with you.
I thought of a seemingly innocuous item that might be for sale, though its purchase brings the buyer far more than they bargain for. And just like that, I was off. I wrote a short story that turned out not to be so short at all, more than three times as long as I originally thought. By the time I typed “The End” I had churned out 65 pages in what was a pretty short time for me, a little more than a week.
It’s a good story. I don’t often say that about my own writing, but I believe it this time. It might not be an entirely original idea -what is these days?- but I approached it in my own way and brought my own spin to it.
I just spent the last couple days marking down edits on the story, which I have titled, “Lost My Marbles.” I still like it, even after having spent some time away from it to get a fresh perspective. I think, after I let it sit a bit and then edit it, I’ll try to send it out to some magazines. That's how much I believe in it.
I feel like I've rambled on a little too long, so I'll leave off here. I'd love if you, reader, check me out at www.facebook.com/authoremilyblue or follow me on Twitter, where my handle is @Miss_Emily_Blue. I post different content on each platform, so be sure you can catch all of it.
Until next time.
~Blue
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