The Waiting Game
So, I’ve sent my writing off to the magazine, and currently I am waiting for an answer. It pains me to say that I really do rush to the mailbox and computer everyday to check me (e)mails. I waked up every morning close to noon, and the first thing I do is grab a bite to eat, and then look out the front door to see if there is mail yet. When there is nothing, I slink back in to look at my e-mail. When there is also nothing there, I sigh in exasperation, and try to get in another five hundred words or so on my work in progress. As of lately, I’ve gotten bored with the particular spot I’m in, but that shouldn’t matter. It needs to be written at least once so that I can go back, and edit it.
But this waiting game, I’ll tell you what! The waiting game is killing me, seriously (srsly!) I’ve been told that I should continue to write, and send stuff out so that the anticipation doesn’t become too great. Can I mention it’s a little too late for that? Ever since I sent the mail out, it was too late.
So, I’ll try to keep my mind occupied. Fun, fun.
– Mr. Dying from the Wait. Chris
Insomnia
It’s seven in the morning, and to be honest, the only reason I am awake is because I never went to sleep. Tonight, I’ve had way too much caffeine. I can’t say that I am tired, but my eyes are burning a little bit. It’s probably because I’ve been staring at the computer screen.
But here’s the moral of my story: Dr. Pepper + Me = P R O D U C T I V I T Y. I’m not sure how that works out, but I’ve stayed up all night re-writing a story. I think it flows nicely, and I am excited to say that I’ll be sending into a magazine soon enough. (Tomorrow to be exact. I’ll shove it into an envelope, stamp it, and then put it into one of those blue postal boxes that are on the side of the road.) Within three months or sooner, I’ll know whether or not the magazine chose my manuscript. And here’s an awesomely awesome part: this magazine pays upon approval. Most magazines that I’ve come across (submitted to, and was denied) pay either in contributor’s copies, or they don’t pay you until they actually use the manuscript in the magazine. That means you’d have to wait for the approval letter, and then wait for it to be published. If that magazine didn’t put their butts into gear, you may not get paid till at least half a year has passed.
Anyways, the magazine that I am going to be sending my work into, like I said, pays upon approval. The magazine not only pays you in copies, but cuts a check for seven hundred dollars, and sends it straight to your house. Seven hundred dollars. That would certainly be a nice lump to throw in the bank.
Also, if I get chosen, that could be one publishing I could be one thing I could put on my resume. Then, other magazines could see that I was published at least once. It’s sad to say, in order to get published, you already have to have published something.
Now, I know that I can’t get myself too excited. After all, the magazine may not even choose my manuscript. I’d rather expect disappointment than crash and burn at the hands of a rejection letter. I’ll have to let it roll off my back. It’s nothing against me, and besides that, they may not even be saying no. They may be just saying “not right now.”
Despite that, I’m welcoming any crossed fingers, and well wishes.
Overview
Totally lame title, isn’t it? So attention capturing that it just makes you want to read it, doesn’t it? Of course, it’s why you’re here, isn’t it. You know, staring at my page, reading what I’ve written. Ah, that gives me a giddy feeling. By all means keep reading, I won’t stop you. While you’re here, you may as well drop a comment, shouldn’t you? Yes, yes you should. No, I’m not trying to be pushy, am I? … I don’t think that I am.
As an overview (like I mentioned as the title), I want to let you, the reader know what to expect from my blog. Mostly it will be about my writing, the process of it, and any inspiration that may slap me in the face like a cold fish. It’ll be fun for me to document the trials and tribulations, I promise. Whether you’ve gotten a small giggle from me, or want to beat in the computer screen because I am whining about writer’s block, I have certainly done my job. I’ve made you feel something.
If you promise to try to be an awesome audience, I too shall try to be an awesome writer, relaying fictional and true stories so that you may tell me whether you love it, or hate it.
So here, the journey begins. Walk with me in my shoes even if I’m walking barefooted….