52. Saturday rambles ...

Saturday, May 28, 2005

So last night I didn't get much done. The rejection took a bit out of my sales, but I'm getting back on track today. R's are never fun, but they are a part of the writer's life. Can't let them hold you back for too long right? Right. I did have an idea about the rejected short last night while I was looking over the calls for submissions over at ERWA, a little twist that I can add on, but would still keep the word count low, but maybe make the story give more a punch. So I wrote that down on one of my index cards to work on later. Every time I have an idea for a story I write it down on an index card now. It isn't the lack of ideas that stops me from writing, it is the actually sitting down and getting the words out and down that is my problem.

I have started writing more since I began to write in my blog though. In the past two months, I've written more than I have in maybe a year or two. I had the worst case of writer's block for about a year. I couldn't write a thing, and it was quite upsetting to me because usually words came so easily to me. Since that block though, the words have been coming harder. I'm hoping that changes. I noticed that Evolution has a monthly writing challenge, and I think I'm going to sign up for that. Start off small, and then as the months pass, hopefully add on more to my word count totals every month.

I've been also wondering if I should focus on my gay fiction writing for a bit. Those words do seem to come easier for me. More and more publishers are also becoming open to same sex relationships as well, so it might be a place to start. I'm still pondering that though. I think whatever kind of couple fits the story is what I should do. I just tend to see more male/male couplings in my head when I get ideas for stories.

When it comes to my writing, I don't get much support on it from my family. My brother never brings it up. My father has pretty much stated it will never happen, and that's it. I actually had a talk with my brother today about my dad and what he thought when it came to me, and it made me feel a bit uncomfortable. I just wish he could see that I can make it. I have the belief in myself, but I wish he had it too. Like my mother did. It days like today that I wish she was still alive.