On 12 January, I finished my novella and submitted it. Cut that one dangerously fine. Despite the longer window for this call, I still only turned it in about three hours before the cut-off. I don’t know, that seems to be my modus operandi. I really struggled with this story. But best believe I made 1000% sure it was sent in the correct format. Never. Again.
It was somewhere between a social experiment and an existential crisis.
I’ve flirted with the idea of dating applications for a while, seeing as I am wholly terrible at, you know, flirting. But the idea of marketing myself like self-published ebook always made me cringe away from downloading Tinder.
Tor is opening again. I am so ridiculously pleased about this. Friends, I am skipping. And this may seem somewhat unwarranted, given how things went last time, but I can’t help it. They’re opening, they’re opening, they’re opening!
I got a pro-market acceptance!
Normally I write Feek posts in a state of rage. Today is a departure from that. If anything I felt optimistic reading Brian Staveley’s The Emperor’s Blades, because, although I consider its gender depictions problematic, at least I could see that the author was trying.
Sadly (?), this does not lower my desire to be snarky in the slightest.
My posting has been *coughs* entirely lax in the past few months, so I thought a general update might absolve me.
So, since January, I have gone from the entirely manageable position of working for one fiction publication (sub-Q), to the somewhat alarming situation of working for four. In short: Continue reading
I am inherently suspicious of protagonists that share the same first letter of their names with their authors. Sometimes this is unfounded and no doubt entirely coincidental. But like, when it isn’t…
You get the Darren Shan Saga by Darren Shan.