I've been busy...writing...so that means my blog has been woefully neglected.
I have a fickle relationship with this blog. As a writer, I don't want to "waste" time blogging because it detracts from the real work at hand. I'm still working on my eating disorder/self image memoir, I've been writing and submitting essays from said memoir, and I'm also working on two pieces of fiction. This is all great, wonderful stuff, and it makes me happy!
Still...there's this nagging voice that says authors have to maintain their blogs and build up some sort of audience because when the time comes to submit these larger projects, agents are going to want to know if I have a blog and/or a platform and how many readers they think I can reach. UGH. I have to say this business aspect of writing is the most difficult for me.
Oh, to have been a writer back in the early part of the twentieth century and have had the good fortune to work with someone like Maxwell Perkins. Boy, have things changed since then! I can't imagine what it must have been like for Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, who lived in rural Florida, deep in the Everglades, I believe...she developed a correspondence relationship with Perkins and he traveled down to Florida, amidst the Spanish moss and swamps to meet one-on-one with Miss Rawlings. Can any writers out there imagine that kind of attention from an editor??
Ok...enough fantasizing. I have to get back to work. I've received a few rejections since I last checked in, and I'm supposed to have a six-word story published online sometime soon by InShades magazine. I try to remember that it's good to be receiving rejections...at least it means I'm working and submitting.