The novel's on pause for a bit while I 1) apply to Lambda, 2) finish my thesis (ugh), and 3) apply to be a staff writer for Autostraddle, which is my favorite website basically ever. Who knows if they'll accept me but it's exciting. Not exciting? The theory base of my thesis, which I am avoiding working on at this very minute.
Last summer a good friend of mine was fortunate enough to go to the Lambda Writers' Retreat. She's been encouraging me to apply and I'm going to. I'm going to be working on my application for the next couple of weeks and may be a little extra busy. I'm nervous but excited. Think good thoughts!
I'm a fairly patient person. I am not terrible at waiting. Waiting to hear back about writing I've submitted is part of the job. For a little while I was an editorial intern at a magazine, a job that involved reading through the unsolicited submissions. It was the best thing in the world for making me appreciate editors. Would-be writers sent in submissions that showed they had clearly never read the magazine: historical fiction (which we never published), middle-of-the-road opinion pieces to a liberal magazine, convoluted theories that were impossible to follow. I read through dozens of submissions, finding only one that might fit, and that one was nixed by the editors. It was discouraging to read so much writing that just wouldn't work and I was glad that it wasn't my job to that all the time, let alone try to polish writing that might work but wasn't ready.
So, thank you editors. Your job is frustrating and I'm glad you do it.
That said, I'm waiting a lot right now. I submitted two stories to anthologies this summer, but one of the anthology calls was deleted and the other's date was pushed back so I won't know anything until November. I won't hear about my novel until November. I'm FINALLY working on my thesis but I won't be done with grad school until May. I'm itchy for the next stage but right now it's so much waiting.
What do you do when you're waiting on forces beyond your control?
So, I wrote a novel and submitted it, and I should hear back by November. Which is closer, but still so far away that if I think too much about it I want to tear my hair out. As my hair is beautiful and tearing it out would be wasteful, I am actively avoiding thinking about this.
I'm also working on a new novel, with the working title "Winning." I currently have 27,500 words. I'm aiming for 65,000 to 70,000 words. Considering I started this in mid-August, it's not too shabby. I'm, what, 40% done already? I've had to slow down a little lately but I'm still working it and that's not nothing. I'm aiming to apply to Lambda's retreat this year on this book, finish the first draft before I'm done with grad school (in May!) and then complete the final drafts in the summer.
What I'm not doing? My thesis. Ugh. I need to write it this semester. I absolutely have to get it done by December and am not motivated at all. Grad school is the worst. Never do it.
A queer femme, writing romance and smut.