Saturday, February 21, 2015

Some flash fiction from my writing group

The library writing group is going pretty well so far (I'm posting from there, shhh don't tell).

We're having a lot of fun with writing prompts, as only a few people have brought stuff from home to critique so far. I've apparently taken to writing about a family with two mischievous kids in it, though that's not what I'm sharing with you just now.

This prompt was: Lost on vacation.

"The cruise will know it when we don't come back."

"I don't know why you're saying that, Gerald. Is it meant to be reassuring?" She didn't look at him, just stared straight ahead at the back of the driver's head.

"I just mean....well, we paid them, right? They won't leave without us." He tried to take her hand and she shrugged away from him, then leaned closer to deliver her admonishments in an angry half whisper.
"I have no idea. I'm not the one who booked the cruise with the stops in Cozumel and Montegos and wherever the fuck we are right now. You did. You book the cruise, you signed the contracts. They might have said they'd sell us to Columbian coke dealers and you agreed to it."
"Lauren. Why would you say that?" The guys in the front seat didn't seem to be paying any attention, except to grin at each other when she raised her voice. Anger surpassed language barriers.

"Well, what else am I supposed to believe? No, we couldn't possibly take the cruises's snorkeling trip. We had to go find somebody in the flea market and go off into the jungle with them. Where are they taking us? And why did we do this if you can't speak Spanish."

"I took Spanish in high school. I thought with immersion, it would come back to me."

"You took how much Spanish in high school?"

"Un poco." He smiled winningly, then grimaced as the Jeep hit another rut on the muddy road.

"Well guess what, Gerald, I didn't take Spanish in high school. I took Latin, which would be useful if we got lost time traveling. Not nearly so useful on a nameless island in the Caribbean. Where they speak French almost as much as they do Spanish."

"Then why did you come with me?"

"Oh, excuse me, a romantic WARM cruise? In the middle of a New York winter? Why would I turn that down."

"no, I mean why did you get in the Jeep with me, if you thought these people were going to sell us to Columbian coke dealers?"

"Because I love you. God help us both."

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Two queries sent, ? to go!

I've mentioned it once before (at least once), but for me, waiting is the worst part of submissions.

See, I've sent out two queries so far for The Last Song. And am surprised at how nervous I am. I guess  I thought all those short story submissions (and rejections) would inure me. I wasn't entirely wrong. But not entirely right either.

I looked at today's #MSWL (manuscript wish list) on Twitter today, becuase I was like "yeah, an event thing! When I finally feel like I have a ready novel!" And wouldn't you know not a single agent said just the right thing to make me slap excitedly at my keyboard and go "ME ME PICK ME I HAVE IT RIGHT HERE." This doesn't mean I don't have a list of agents; of course I do. Just nobody #MSWL'ed today for me.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Writing Prompt: "I can explain"

So, two meetings down, the library writing group is doing well. Last week, I used Janet Reid's flash contest as a prompt. This week, one of the prompts we used was the phrase "I can explain". My own offering got some giggles, so I thought I'd share.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Selective Listening

I talk a lot about how I listen to music while writing. I won't say I make a playlist for every new project I have, especially since I have a much-evolved playlist I created for my first NaNoWriMo and manipulated a lot since. I don't always use that one, but it's there to fall back on while I'm writing. It tickles the right things.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Oh look, February

Well, I've actually read a few books so far this year, so that's good.

I've done a bit of writing, but mostly game related, not new stories yet despite my outlining for a space book.

Getting some feedback for The Last Song; one of my readers liked it very much indeed, which is a good boost. I've also got the cast of Learn to Howl kicking around in my head again, so maybe it's time to straighten out Book 2.

Part of my indecision on what to write has to do with my writing workshop, which starting on Saturday, and I'm at that anticipatory period where I hope the group gels as well as the prior two did. There are new names in the sign ups, but no guarantee those people are going to show, obviously. A bunch of my prior group is signed up, so that's nice.

But, I write with the group. And I share (lead by example, natch!) and I don't know what project I want to be "publicly" working on, you see. Maybe I'll write something just for the workshop, see where the prompts take me? Maybe I'll only bring for critique short works I'd previously finished. I don't know.

But. I only have three October submissions left pending, at The Book Smugglers, Virginia Quarterly Review, and Tin House, all three long response time markets. When I've heard back from all of them, I'll report in on the full picture. October was a neat and interesting time, and I do think I'll be doing it again (though I need to build up my little bundle of shorts).

And on quasi-related news (since my first F&SF submission was just before October [and rejected]), I got another personal rejection from F&SF magazine wherein the editor said he remembered my previous story and was happy to see another submission from me! I'd obviously have preferred an acceptance, but if it had to be a rejection, what a rejection it was!