I somehow made it to the end of the April A2Z Challenge this year. I must be mad, but I did it. Between my two pen names, I posted something to my blog every day of April except for the Sundays. Boom.
This does mean, however, that submissions weren’t shooting off through the roof.
You may remember last month I talked about rolling things back a bit, changing my plans and taking on one project at a time? Well… at the time of writing I have managed to finish the Slippers & Chains novella and have since got comments back from beta readers. It’s now time to read through those, let them simmer, then look at what/if things need changes.
I have also finished the last major edit on Silk Over Razor Blades novel and I’m testing the waters for beta readers for that. *phew* Yes, it’s been a mad month.
Well… I sent a short story to Martin over CreativeFrontiers. That should be going live early in May. I have a couple of other ideas for him, so I may well send him something else later.
I’ve also sent three letters since my last check in and entered a short story competition with Writer’s Forum.
Not too bad.
I also have plans to submit a piece of Silk Over Razor Blades to Cornerstones (a literary consultancy) to see how I’d do working with them. It would be a great investment, but an expensive one, so I want to see how they work first. I’ll let you know how that goes as and when I have more information.
In the meantime… I’ve found an open anthology looking for short erotic stories. That something I should be able to write a piece for, though the deadline on it is pretty tight. A shame I don’t have anything else suitable for it, though the act of writing for a deadline is good practise.
Problem is, there are soooooooo many opportunities out there, I spend too much time trying to decide which one to go for.
I decided, a few weeks ago, that rather than writing something specific for an opportunity (not including the one above of course) I’ll just write what I want. When I want to. That’s the best way to get the cleanest, purest expression of joy (in the form of words) out of me. And then, when it’s done I’ll find somewhere suitable to send it. That makes more sense for the way I work right now. Maybe when my boys are in nursery/school and I have more time, I’ll be able to structure my day to write for specific things, but for now it feels too much like stress; trying to make those deadlines.
It’s a bit of a rambly post this month – sorry about that – but I’m a bit scattered. It’s my birthday in a few days and I’m pretty much stuck on how weird it’s going feel being thirty. O.o
Catch you around!