(I always write in longhand first)
The drought is over.
I finally had a short story accepted for publication!
Some of you may remember that years ago I switched from writing “literary” stories to writing romance stories – a far more lucrative endeavour. Complimentary copies of literary journals are lovely to receive, but I prefer cold hard cash – or cheques.
However, writing for the romance genre is lucrative only if you write regularly and submit! These past few years my submissions have been few and far between. I’ve received two honourable mentions (nice, but…), a “not suitable for our needs at this time but please submit further work,” (I didn’t) and a few basic rejections. (Ouch.) There are far more started-but-stopped attempts in my writing folder than submissions.
Why this failure to complete and submit stories when I love to write? I can come up with a number of excuses (all boring and self-serving) but there is one that strikes me as quite plausible. I had lost the ability to write the HEA (happily-ever-after) scenarios demanded by this genre. A failure of imagination on my part.
Apparently, this impediment is gone – although I still don’t believe in HEA. I never really did but at least I could imagine it…
(As an aside, I do know of a few notable exceptions. Still, I don’t think HEA is the norm. Yes, I am a cynic.)
This recent acceptance has done wonders for my ego – has restored my confidence in my writing ability. It’s time to dig out those incomplete stories and/or begin new ones. While I may not be convinced as to happily-ever-after when it comes to love, the expression just might be applicable when it comes to my writing.
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