[Writing] Rejection Letters
Jul. 26th, 2007 09:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeOh. Now I remember why I hate getting rejection letters.
I re-read one today while I wrote a thank-you card. You know, just so I could say something vaguely intelligent and personable. And now I have much depression over my plot that "isn't tight enough for today's commercial mystery market." Actually she said competitive, I think. But. Argh.
I'd ask if anyone would be willing to look over my outline for plot flaws and details but [5b cut for bitterness] and, yeah. Argh. And now I'm at work and I didn't have time to print it out before I left this morning, so I can't exactly look it over myself. Well. I'll do that tonight, after sewing. Nutty, Nope? Would you be interested/willing/have enough free time to do it? Guh.
I feel like such a crap writer. Like I half-ass everything. Like I may tell myself that my half-assing it is better than half the crap out there, and maybe that's true but it's still no excuse for half-assing it, and, argh. And yes, it's true that I half-ass some things, but I do put effort into the writing. Into what I do. And. I don't know. I've been wondering for a while if I needed to tighten up the plot. I guess I have my answer now. Still. And I have 100 or so pages to finish editing too. That bar hasn't moved in months. I should just. Get back on it.
Note to self: iTunes Tool's "Die Eier von Satan" Cookies of SATAN!
Continuing the ramble on my break. Which I mistyped as reamble. Is that like a cross between a ramble and a preamble?
Um. Yeah. So, while my mood's improved, my opinion of my own writing has not, and now I have to fight the urge to revise my outline real quick before anyone sees it. Uh. No. The point of this little exercise was to get opinions from outside my skull. And not my Bob-the-skull either. And they can't do that if I'm going to revamp the whole time. (Although I may go over it and take notes anyway and see how they compare against other people's notes. That might help.)
Just. ARGH. I feel so useless as a writer. Not just because of the not writing but also because of the no one reading and no one caring and I'm not a BNF of anything or a writer with hundreds of people on my f-list who are hanging on every word and THIS INSTILLS A MIGHTY SENSE OF WOE. Although, goddamn, it sounds trivial when I type it all out.
And its' kind of useless really. I don't write, I don't post. I may do more posting now that I have wireless and posting isn't a matter of schlepping my computer over to the desktop, plugging it in and sitting my butt down in a fairly cramped space and remembering everything I want to upload. So there will probably be more posting and cross-posting. But. I have, literally, hundreds of fics I told myself I'd write and then haven't written. And, really, before I start trying to make myself popular on Teh Internets (and why am I even bothering anyway? part of me asks), I should organize myself a little better. Cut down on some of the shit I have to do. And that is a somewhat moot point anyway because I have a pile of sewing to do, and that will take precedence. Time sensitive.
SO. The point of all this? There is no point. I guess I'll get a lot of sewing done, keep doing my to-do lists, slowly cut down the amount of writing work I have to do, and then once my Faire sewing is done figure out how I'm going to cut down on the ginormous pile of back prompts and shit like that and do more self-publishing on LJ, the web, etc. Does anyone even use Urbis anymore?
I re-read one today while I wrote a thank-you card. You know, just so I could say something vaguely intelligent and personable. And now I have much depression over my plot that "isn't tight enough for today's commercial mystery market." Actually she said competitive, I think. But. Argh.
I'd ask if anyone would be willing to look over my outline for plot flaws and details but [5b cut for bitterness] and, yeah. Argh. And now I'm at work and I didn't have time to print it out before I left this morning, so I can't exactly look it over myself. Well. I'll do that tonight, after sewing. Nutty, Nope? Would you be interested/willing/have enough free time to do it? Guh.
I feel like such a crap writer. Like I half-ass everything. Like I may tell myself that my half-assing it is better than half the crap out there, and maybe that's true but it's still no excuse for half-assing it, and, argh. And yes, it's true that I half-ass some things, but I do put effort into the writing. Into what I do. And. I don't know. I've been wondering for a while if I needed to tighten up the plot. I guess I have my answer now. Still. And I have 100 or so pages to finish editing too. That bar hasn't moved in months. I should just. Get back on it.
Note to self: iTunes Tool's "Die Eier von Satan" Cookies of SATAN!
Continuing the ramble on my break. Which I mistyped as reamble. Is that like a cross between a ramble and a preamble?
Um. Yeah. So, while my mood's improved, my opinion of my own writing has not, and now I have to fight the urge to revise my outline real quick before anyone sees it. Uh. No. The point of this little exercise was to get opinions from outside my skull. And not my Bob-the-skull either. And they can't do that if I'm going to revamp the whole time. (Although I may go over it and take notes anyway and see how they compare against other people's notes. That might help.)
Just. ARGH. I feel so useless as a writer. Not just because of the not writing but also because of the no one reading and no one caring and I'm not a BNF of anything or a writer with hundreds of people on my f-list who are hanging on every word and THIS INSTILLS A MIGHTY SENSE OF WOE. Although, goddamn, it sounds trivial when I type it all out.
And its' kind of useless really. I don't write, I don't post. I may do more posting now that I have wireless and posting isn't a matter of schlepping my computer over to the desktop, plugging it in and sitting my butt down in a fairly cramped space and remembering everything I want to upload. So there will probably be more posting and cross-posting. But. I have, literally, hundreds of fics I told myself I'd write and then haven't written. And, really, before I start trying to make myself popular on Teh Internets (and why am I even bothering anyway? part of me asks), I should organize myself a little better. Cut down on some of the shit I have to do. And that is a somewhat moot point anyway because I have a pile of sewing to do, and that will take precedence. Time sensitive.
SO. The point of all this? There is no point. I guess I'll get a lot of sewing done, keep doing my to-do lists, slowly cut down the amount of writing work I have to do, and then once my Faire sewing is done figure out how I'm going to cut down on the ginormous pile of back prompts and shit like that and do more self-publishing on LJ, the web, etc. Does anyone even use Urbis anymore?