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Sep. 18th, 2013 07:45 am( Gaeilge )
One of these days I will stop leaving my damn dictionary at home and just buy a dictionary to keep at work so I can look shit up. Today is apparently not that day, so Russian will be done by going back and forth via Google translate and trying to figure out if it's a decent translation or not, plus looking in some of the halfassed dictionaries online. What fun.
And on the other hand I, um. May have done a thing. It may be the first of many things or I may run screaming in terror, I'm not sure yet. Basically in preparation for self-publishing Black Ice (AUGH) I published a 10k word short story and put it up for sale for $1.99. Because I'm not going to charge that much for a 10k short story. Not quite a novella. Something. My categorizations are fuzzy. Anyway, that happened yesterday. It's the first time in a long time I've felt close to losing my lunch out of nerves. I don't like that feeling. Let's not do it again.
Anyway. Today I have at least one set of edits to do and an outline to prep, and then maybe I'll get started on some other stories I've had running around for a while that would make good dime novels. After I finish blogging everything, doing everything, posting everything, etc. No, I kid, there's actually not that much to do, it's just that I remembered about it all at once.
It's funny. Actually putting something of mine up there for sale in such a way that people can read it is a big thing for me, and I feel like I should have more to say other than "oh god gonna puke." I don't. Other than maybe "oooh now I need to write more of these." And also "when the shit did ten thousand words get so easy to write?" I have no idea what's going on here. But this actually, as a general sense of things, is much, much easier than sending shit out to publishing companies, especially since whether or not I eat is not dependent on whether or not I sell things. I have a dayjob. This is play money and my own amusement and ego and for the sake of telling these stories to the world and maybe getting a little bit paid for my efforts. And I can kind of live with this. Even if I'm still fairly terrified of putting my stuff out there where people can read.
One of these days I will stop leaving my damn dictionary at home and just buy a dictionary to keep at work so I can look shit up. Today is apparently not that day, so Russian will be done by going back and forth via Google translate and trying to figure out if it's a decent translation or not, plus looking in some of the halfassed dictionaries online. What fun.
And on the other hand I, um. May have done a thing. It may be the first of many things or I may run screaming in terror, I'm not sure yet. Basically in preparation for self-publishing Black Ice (AUGH) I published a 10k word short story and put it up for sale for $1.99. Because I'm not going to charge that much for a 10k short story. Not quite a novella. Something. My categorizations are fuzzy. Anyway, that happened yesterday. It's the first time in a long time I've felt close to losing my lunch out of nerves. I don't like that feeling. Let's not do it again.
Anyway. Today I have at least one set of edits to do and an outline to prep, and then maybe I'll get started on some other stories I've had running around for a while that would make good dime novels. After I finish blogging everything, doing everything, posting everything, etc. No, I kid, there's actually not that much to do, it's just that I remembered about it all at once.
It's funny. Actually putting something of mine up there for sale in such a way that people can read it is a big thing for me, and I feel like I should have more to say other than "oh god gonna puke." I don't. Other than maybe "oooh now I need to write more of these." And also "when the shit did ten thousand words get so easy to write?" I have no idea what's going on here. But this actually, as a general sense of things, is much, much easier than sending shit out to publishing companies, especially since whether or not I eat is not dependent on whether or not I sell things. I have a dayjob. This is play money and my own amusement and ego and for the sake of telling these stories to the world and maybe getting a little bit paid for my efforts. And I can kind of live with this. Even if I'm still fairly terrified of putting my stuff out there where people can read.