One More for the Road, or in this case, Three More

I suppose if you look really hard, a theme could be found on my bookshelf.

I suppose if you look really hard, a theme could be found on my bookshelf.

When we moved into this apartment, I packed away many of my books, and donated many more.  These are what’s left–not including cookbooks.

Followers have been listening to me whine about my writing (non)life, and my plan to take stock and move forward.  One of the ideas I was playing with was the thought of self-publishing short stories in groups of three or so.  Since I knew less than zero about self pubbing, I asked on the writers’ board.  I now know about zero, just enough to confirm that I am indeed too lazy and too broke to pursue self publishing at this time.  I’ve never done much in terms of submitting my short fiction. Most have never been subbed anywhere, the few that were sent out once and then filed away with the inevitable rejection letter that arrived a mere 9, 12, 15 months later.

Apparently my sanity plunged along with this week’s temperatures, so I sent off stories to literary  magazines, complete with crappy cover letters.  What the hell do you write on a cover letter when you’re unpublished and have nothing to say about yourself that ties in with said stories in any way?  “Mrs Fringe here, checking in with ovaries o’ steel.”

Why steel?  Because I will only submit to markets that (potentially) pay.  Doesn’t have to be a lot, doesn’t have to be The Paris Review (no, I didn’t send anything to them), but it is my work.  I’ve seen a lot of quotes go past on my Twitter feed recently, having to do with art and writing for the pure love and satisfaction. Most of these quotes attributed to writers who have reached some measure of success, naturally.

Nope.  My words are mine. I spend time, I edit, I pace, I obsess, I rewrite. They’re work, and if I don’t value my words, why/how would I expect anyone else to do so?  If I meet someone and mention that I walk dogs, and they then ask me to walk their dog, it’s understood that this will be a paid walk.  It has nothing to do with whether or not I love dogs.  I can just imagine it, if you really loved animals, you’d be completely fulfilled picking up my dog’s shit in the rain, just for the love of it, and be thankful for the exposure. The reality of this philosophy is that my already slim odds of having a story accepted go down significantly–there aren’t a whole lot of paying lit mags, and they regularly publish prize winning, bestselling authors.  All self explanatory as to why, though I write and have written shorts on a regular basis through the years, I’ve rarely subbed/queried them.

I expect my sanity to return with the projected rising temps.  I hope.

And because it’s Friday, a few tank photos, white balance adjusted.

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Enjoy your Friday, Fringelings.  And when it’s last call tonight, tell your bartender drinks should be on him, for the love of it.

14 comments

  1. The dog walking is a great analogy mrs. f!

    Another place that I see this ‘you should do it for free’ thing is non profits. They often think it’s reasonable to ask photographers, web designers, writers, and other types of professionals to do it for free. I think they should be paid and if they want to donate the entire amount or a portion thereof back, they can for a tax receipt. A photographer once told me that working for free devalued his work and the entire profession. ❤
    Diana xo

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  2. The dog walking thing is perfect. And I agree with the nonprofit thing as well. There are a few at the top of the bigger (even very reputable) nonprofits that generally have a very high salary and they expect the little people to work for free/very very little. Sorry, not fair. Spread it around to the individual chapters and to the people you expect to help you out.

    I have had several people ask me if I’ve considered trying to sell any of my photos/try to make money with it. The idea scares the crap out of me. Mostly fear of rejection I’m sure, because my photography is a piece of me and in some ways very personal. But I don’t want to give it away either. If I ever made that leap with all the free time I have (ha!) it would be with the end goal of being paid for it.

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    1. Yes! I’ve been quite surprised to see some of the annual salaries of the nonprofit bigwigs.

      I could see you finding success with your flower photos, when and if you’re ready–because they’re so personal, your heart comes through in them ❤

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  3. Three stories subbed AND to paying markets? Woohoo! Fingers and other crossables crossed for you, Mrs. F!

    Plus, your tank is just teeming with life now, and the pictures are so lovely. Nice to see in these frigid days.

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  4. So you sent some out, but only to paying markets, huh? Good for you, mrs fringe. Sometimes ballsiness is the only way to go; nothing ventured and all that good stuff. Shrewd move, imo. You’re keeping in alignment with your values, whilst sticking to your guns. I don’t think insanity comes into play.

    Okay, maybe a little.

    🙂

    Btw, I do NOT thank you for posting those great tank photos. I’ve been waiting patiently for you to post those pix. Seriously, I’ve been sitting here for days now, patiently waiting and willing to wait some more, which gave me a valid reason not to work on my own manuscript. Then you decide to post the damn things, which means I can no longer use your tardiness as my excuse not to get anything done.

    Dammit.

    😉

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