The Writing Life

22nd October
2012
written by amber

After an incredibly busy summer at our business, the Black Cat Guest Ranch, I am finally finding time to be at my desk at home, working on writing-related projects. Yes, this in not actually writing, but working to pick markets to send my unpublished stories to. I’ve learned about quite a few new magazines – most of them are on-line magazines. I’m researching what sort of stories they want, the length restrictions, what they pay, whether I can send a story to them that has already appeared on this blog. After all, I have at least 366 stories!

5th August
2012
written by amber

Calgary and area writers and fans – I’ll be appearing on a panel at the When Words Collide festival next weekend. The panel is called A Quick Comment about Flash Fiction and is at 5 p.m. Aug. 10. You have to register for the convention to attend the panels (and it’s a great event, so I encourage you to register), but the merchant area is open to the public. My publisher, Edge Press, will have a table there and I’ll drop in to sign books.

16th July
2012
written by amber

Summer is a difficult time for me, as we are so very very busy with the guest ranch and there’s little time for writing and writing related activities. I can’t imagine how I found the time for writing a story every day last year. Of course, the key is that I had committed to do it, was doing it in a very public forum, so I had to do it.

I assumed that the time freed up from writing a daily story could be used for my neglected tasks of getting my stories sent in, through mail or email, to potential short story markets. Instead, the time seems to have just…disappeared.

I found a moment to check my records today. I see that two stories were rejected in June, but I haven’t sent them off to new markets. One is a story of which I posted the first few lines on here, “The Hermit Comes to Town,” – I think it was in May or June 2012. Daily SF returned it to me in June. The other is a longer story, “Being Robyn,” rejected by Fantasy and Science Fiction. Below are a few lines from it.

I’ll let you know when I get them off into the great unknown again.

Being Robyn

The face of Mars had faded from Robyn’s imagination to be replaced by another face–peach-toned, chubby-cheeked, dimpled and drooling, long eyelashes shuttering in sleep his absorbing blue eyes.  Her child, Aron, napping now after nursing.  He’d seized her nipples avidly, relieving the aching heaviness, gazing up at her in adoration, a look she’d returned.  Only three months old, he already had a talent for smiling, his cupid’s bow mouth leaking milk as he grinned.
How had this happened to her?  She’d been a year into training for the Mars mission when she discovered she was pregnant and she hadn’t been happy about it.  She and David had had a tremendous fight, blame flung one against the other over the failing of their doubled protection, although she still suspected him of forgetting his pill.  She’d never have forgotten hers.  Mars was too important to her.
It still was, yet she found herself satisfied to have been promised a berth on the next mission, two years away.

If you’d like to be a proof-reader for the entire story, let me know and I’ll send it to you as an attachment.

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