Tuesday, December 15, 2009

12/15/09

Opening line...

How important is that first line, that first paragraph? If it fails to grab your attention will you put a book aside or back onto the shelf and continue to browse?

I've been experimenting with my opening passages of a couple nearly finished stories, but some feedback would be helpful.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

12/09/09

Form rejection letters make my day mo betta! No reason, no excuse just a "No!"

So much time and effort is put into each story and it is disheartening to get something so vague in response.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

12/06/09

So far this year...

Sent: 23

Rejected: 20

Those are my queries I've sent out to literary agents during the 2009 calendar year. Included is one novel, a very small story (flash fiction) which received a promising rejection letter and finally a short story that I'm currently waiting to hear back on. Like to think I'm done this year with sending out stories, and looking forward to 2010, a new bunch of agents to annoy. Back to the novella I'm finishing up now and maybe next year will be the year it all begins.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

11/28/2009

Yes it has been two days since I submitted my short story and it's the holidays but that doesn't stop me from checking my email constantly and worrying. This time of year is the best time to dig deep into a new story and really get involved with the story telling, not trying to sell when everyone is closed for the remainder of the calendar year. So first chance I'm given, I think a new story will start to take some shape. It has got to be better than waiting for good or bad news like this.

Would be nice to have a trick or method for dealing with wait times but in my mind all I can do is worry and doubt my work. Constant rejections tends to do that.

Suggestions?

Thursday, November 26, 2009

11/26/2009

Submitted a short story to a publication company yesterday and the anxiety has already begun. The wait, sometimes weeks or months is killer.

Not much to say except polishing up a story I recently finished and looking forward to starting a new story very soon.

Hard to believe I'm back into sending out queries or actual manuscripts but here I am, and hope somebody is looking.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

11/17/2009

1st post in awhile. Been busy writing and little time for blogging. Finished a tragedy novella tonight and I'm excited about how it worked out. Getting close to the end of 2009 year so I'll be figuring some stats on how many queries I sent out this year but that shouldn't be difficult. Next year will be a new year, new stories to sell, new markets to sell them in.

I am eager to begin editing a short story I finished this summer and possible publication then onto new things. A new sci-fi is in the works and notes are piling up. So getting ready for that and ready to fill the pages of another story.

Hopefully in a couple of months I can look into editing this novella and see where it can go.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

9/23/09 Part II

A sample chapter of the current story I'm working on. No title as of yet and this chapter is uncomplete, unedited and mostly less than one hour old at this posting. Just a little glimpse of how a story comes out onto the page for the first time.

Hope you enjoy and feel free to comment...


There was a commotion in the house, Nichole awoke from her nap on the couch, disorientated and frightened. Throughout the house rang a rapid succession of hammering, so loud she couldn't figure out in her confused state, the source. Then suddenly as it began the noise ended, Nichole sat in silence until she faintly heard a car door close and a vehicle drive away. She jumped up to look but missed as the unknown car slipped from view. Attempting to return from her slumber, she shuffles to the front door for an inspection, curious to find the source of this disturbance.
In the darkened foyer she opens the door fully and is flooded with brilliant sunlight, it takes a moment before her eyes adjust to find nothing unusual at her front doorstep. An eyebrow raised, Nichole steps onto the welcome mat but finds no indication that anyone had visited her home. The sun warmed her face, she paused to close her eyes and inhale deeply. The infectious warming sensation began spreading like wildfire, Nichole considered going back to see Skip at the restaurant, the strength was inside she knew it. From the depths of her gut, she knew the anxiety could be pushed aside and a new start could be achieved here. Her spirits soared as she looked at the new day in a new light, then as the new light illuminated a notice affixed to the front door. The words Intent To Foreclose set against the bright yellow paper sent a shock directly to her heart, every ounce of warmth spilled out onto the welcome mat and the defeated Nichole stepped into her home and for the very first time considered taking the easy way out and glanced up to where her husband had escaped. The voice was there, in that very foyer, in her mind, speaking directly to the young woman who thought she'd lost it all only to be corrected every single day that there was something else she could lose. Now as she listened to that dark voice, Nichole realized the final loss that could be suffered was the loss of her life. As though guided by her oldest and dearest friend, Nichole headed upstairs, the urge to place her hand on the cold steel beams nearly intolerable. She glides upstairs one step at a time never looking away from the exact spot the exact beam that Adam had chosen. Painful thoughts of their happiest of times ran rampant in her mind, as tears slipped down her cheek. The image of Adam hanging by the neck from this exact beam, conjured itself and presented him as a soul so at peace.
“So peaceful,” she whispered.








9/23/09

It is amazing how stories can take a sudden emotional trip, when the words pour from the fingers onto the keyboard and something happens on the screen before you. It has happened before but differently, I've known before what would happen in a story and cannot type fast enough as the thoughts flow, yet today is something else. A complete change in a story I thought somewhat difficult to take but on the level with a certain reality. As a writer these unexpected paths down a darker section of the forest can lead to some exhilarating revelations about what we believe and who we are. Don't get me wrong, I am not writing a autobiography in any means yet there is a large part of who I am inside these characters. Then again something else can be found, something unexpected, something I fail to recognize as my previous experiences in life. This is fiction after all and don't all writers tell the tales with a certain amount of falsehoods? But when something happens to the writer, the reader or anyone because of a story, that is unexpected, what can we attribute this experience too?

Thanks for reading...

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

9/22/09

So didn't have chance to post or do much writing today as planned however received a email message from another literary agency that I had sent on March 13th of 2009. At this point I'm not mad, this mostly has become a joke. I've still got two missing queries out there that are atleast 8 months old. Who knows maybe one will come back a yes next year or three...

Monday, September 21, 2009

9/21/09

Well posted my short story last week and hope it has been enjoyed. So far no flaming criticism so I'm happy about that!

Today back to writing and see what happens as another story plays out before me on the computer screen. Been thinking about posting a small section of this very unedited story so you can see the process of how a story develops. Afraid it would be impossible to show every detail from story idealization to creation to editing but maybe a little bit could shed some insight. Maybe tomorrow I'll do a sample chapter.. Tell me what you think or any ideas/suggestions.

Thanks

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Your Own Shadow

Chapter 1

Every person we meet in our ordinary day typically passes from memory as quickly as it entered like water racing along a riverbed. An endless stream of unique faces passing through our conscious only to slip away into the forgotten. Most insignificant to our task at hand or recollection, yet there is the one person that will connect with us on a subconscious level. A small fragment of our own persona nestled in a stranger. We all have a shadow aside from the one attached to us that follows our leading trail, there is a soul out there anxiously waiting to meet you for an unexplainable reason. Be it fate, destiny or bad luck, your shadow looms in a void until such time of the uniting occurs. Each experience unique, most pass with only a brief moment of revelation, to others the experience is harsh even traumatic. The shadows have been mostly forgotten or renamed over the years such as soul mates or even a stranger you might consider a long lost twin, because they look hauntingly similar. Yet they remain, patiently waiting for us all.
Our story begins with a middle-aged man experiencing some of the highs and lows that accompanies life. Theodore or Theo to his co-workers was driving home Friday night after leaving the party held in his honor. Tonight had been a particular wonderful night to conclude a spectacular week. Glancing into his rear view mirror Theo rubs a hand distractedly across his bald head. Tonight his friends had thrown him a celebratory party; his blood work test from the doctor had come back negative.
For the past fourteen months Theo had been struggling with a malignant tumor and now the fight was over. Returning his attention to the road, with a faint smile and the hope his wavy brown hair would soon return, Theo allows his mind to drift back to the events of tonight. Still unable able to eat much, he had an exhilarating time snacking, laughing and just having a fun night out with friends. The endless hours spent in the clinic, already becoming a distant memory.

This story is about Theodore, a cancer survivor that was about to meet his shadow. As he passed through an ordinary intersection, a vehicle hit him with such force his mind never registered the pain before rendering him unconscious.


Chapter 2

“Damn, I still can’t believe Cheryl is that limber…” he thinks and imagines himself with a sheepish grin. Allowing his imagination to wonder, the stiff collar of a office worker, restricting the blood flow to his brain is allowed to relax momentarily. He was driving home in complete darkness and his thoughts drifted to the woman working across his cubicle for two years now. Never caught stealing glances, he wondered if Cheryl knew he even existed. The muscles in his neck relax, his arms feel light and the tightness that persists constantly in his lower back had vanished. Relishing the superior state of relaxation, he thought of Cheryl wearing only seductive lingerie, dancing on top of his desk. The darkness surrounding him completely embraced him when a meek and suddenly forgotten voice of logic speaks directly to him, reminding the euphoric owner that he is still in fact driving home and be more responsive. Theo again imagines himself smiling and wanting to nod but it does not happen. It takes a moment to notice something was amiss. He blinks and looks lazily; the endless pavement is ahead with nothing to fear. He blinks again as the road vanishes his mind registers the void ahead, all perceived safety slips from existence. In his mind he screams, “Where did it go?” but the words never reach his lips and anxiety slips away. Thoughts without fear or anger, but of pure curiosity fill him. He was motionless with only the sound of his beating heart to accompany him. There wasn’t any realization or sudden flash of insight, only a calm curiosity. Theo was without pain.

Chapter 3

There was a brief flutter in his mind, but the view remained unaltered. Ahead was the darkness but something had changed. Theo sits calmly wondering, his mind sluggish and he did not seem to care. The idea and current situation is slowly contemplated, like a tumbling rock falling from hand to hand.
Slowly his vision shifts and Theo realizes he can move his head from side to side and does so. Still surrounded by darkness he notices something peculiar, he notices himself. Looking down he makes a startling discovery. Previously driving his vehicle home only moments ago, the connection is finally made that he is no longer driving,
Dressed in a suit he had never seen before he hears himself chuckle merrily then it quickly fades away leaving him baffled. He asked, “Who said that?” and his voice sounding haunted, nearly possessed, sent an uncomfortable chill up his spine. Theo felt certain he was alone; the unrelenting emptiness a persistent reminder that nobody was in the proximity but Theo sensed something. Each thought and every moment felt disassociated, he felt as though someone else preoccupied his own body. His vision shifts then fractions of a second later his sight clears. In his mind he begins to wonder what happened to the road, but a sense of such tranquility flows over him the drive home is forgotten. Working slowly up his back a soothing warmness coats his skin from the lower back towards his shoulders when and where it began, Theo was not sure. The slight flutter occurs again…

Chapter 4

The pleasant warming sensation crawling up his back persisted but Theo realized something was different, “What’s going on?” he whispers in the dark. The worry of driving had returned and was developing into fear. Wanting only to open his eyes and pull his vehicle to the shoulder of the road he knew catastrophe was waiting patiently. Wanting him to watch the carnage unfold. His body refused to respond but the silence persisted. Then Theo heard, something. His mind pauses, all attention is focused towards listening, but he can’t ignore that warm sensation coating his back, now encompassing his neck. Theo heard something again this time louder and easily distinguishable, a single droplet falling through the air, striking a body of water. The distinct bloop sound resonates in his head. Slowly the warming growth began working into his scalp, which he both adored and feared. He could not comprehend how the sensation which felt warm and thick, flowed against gravity.
Sighing in frustration Theo attempts to open his eyes again, he finds he cannot. “What if I’ve already pulled over, what if I’m already home?” Theo thinks while attempting to calm himself and rationalize the current events. Recalling each detail from the moment he left the party, his mind searches and replays all that he had seen with less accuracy.

He hears the bloop sound, recognizing it instantly and believes the sound originated from above him. Wanting to look up and see how it could be, his head is instantly filled with a tremendous pressure directly behind his eyes. It was not a crippling pain but the discomfort grew with each beat of his heart. Bloop-bloop, Theo takes little notice, the discomfort has consumed his attention. Bloop-bloop, this time much louder and Theo does notice. He strains to listen wanting to ignore the beat of his own heart, waiting for the next droplet to fall. Complete silence prevails…

The wall of sound that collided with Theodore as he sat waiting for something to happen was similar to being hit by a rogue wave, unexpected and brutal. His face grimaced as the unwelcome sounds assaulted his hearing. A barrage of car horns, sirens and vaguely he heard someone moaning incoherently in the distance. The sudden flood of sounds was so overwhelming that he missed the flutter but as the flash occurred, all he could hear was another droplet striking the surface just as everything faded away. Kerplunk…

Chapter 5

The shift takes him unexpectedly, the sounds had vanished and the normal control over his body was restored. Theo looks down with great interest of this new attire. The pin-stripped suit.
Casually lifting his left arm then right he observes the sleeves of perfect length and marveled how the material moved with him. Looking down at the black suit with soft pink vertical stripes, while rubbing his hands down the double-breasted jacket he draws in a deep breath, filling his chest and holds with his eyes closed. Opening his eyes with the exhale Theodore realizes he had never felt better. The sheer panic and chaos that swarmed and consumed him had completely dissipated. His existence had begun to collapsed only moments ago, yet Theo finds himself reclining and enjoying the tranquility.
He raises his left then right foot slowly admiring the deeply polished leather shoes and pleaded cuffs. His starched white button-up shirt, which was masterfully tailored, and the blue silk tie complemented the suit and were unlike anything Theo had worn before. He takes in another deep breath and smiles. There was nothing around him but a dark void, he didn’t question how or why, just simply enjoyed it. Below him was a very peculiar recliner, the fabric was a horrid red-checkered color combination and abrasive against his skin, but the cushions felt like clouds. Attempting a bounce, he laughs aloud as the cushion recoils faster than expected and does not achieve what one would expect to be a proper bounce.
Looking ahead Theo can almost feel a slight momentum forward, but with no reference he is left with an active imagination. He sits back totally unconcerned, deep in his psyche not being in control was something the office worker was accustomed too.

Chapter 6

The onslaught of sounds return with such force that Theodore desperately attempts to cover his ears but has forgotten his body refuses to respond, sending a sharp burning pain into his neck. A tremendous hissing noise erupts nearby, which concealed the screams of an unseen stranger. As the pressure in his head continues to build, an explosion occurs rocking him from side-to-side. Powerless as the heat wave encompasses him but quickly fades. As the light from the blast fades, he realizes that he could see and alas opens his eyes to the carnage.

What he did not initially recognize was the interior of his car. The broken glass floated in a pool of water that was mixed with blood and oil. Both arms, which still burned in agony, dangled above his head as though the puppeteer strings had been severed. Theo found himself suspended in the shattered remains of his vehicle.
His mind races’, attempting to piece together the fragmented memory but fails to comprehend how he ended up in the current state of distress. The ambient was dim, with only a flicker of light from a fire. The screams had ceased but as the stench of smoke, antifreeze and the lingering airbag gas reached his nose, Theo forgets what he had previously heard. The air so thick he finds difficulty breathing and experiences a new level of pain as he is forced to cough. A wave of dizziness and nausea washes over, following the cough as each subsequent breath increasingly difficult.
Bombarded with an overwhelming sensation of choking, Theo approaches a state of panic. It is now that Theo realizes that he is suspended upside-down. In desperation to move or reposition only to discover his legs are not responding and appear to be pinned beneath the navigation console. With a sour taste in his mouth, he realizes that his left leg is angled and is thankful that he cannot feel the pain.
With a slow reassuring voice he attempts to calm himself as the noise escalates. Looking around trying to be resourceful and free his entangled body, but with no working extremity, the cancer survivor is powerless. It is at that moment he notices a consistency in the pool of water, ripples. The light reflecting off the water at certain angles it takes a moment to see the steady cascade of miniature waves marching away from him. Twisting and turning to obtain a better view, Theo realizes, as another droplet falls that he was the source, and the warming sensation coating his back and head, was his own blood. He watches in dismay at the now steady stream of blood mixes into the pool of dirty water. Suddenly Theo begins to sway as agonizing pain explodes in his back. Clueless as to the surrounding environment outside of his car Theo can only gasp as he experiences the brief euphoria of falling. A high-pitched sound of metal on metal scraping frightens him, as his car begins to slide deeper into the collection of water. The rate, at which the water level rises, astonishes Theo and he can only close his eyes in hopes these are not his final moments. The car stops with a sudden jolt; his body is snatched violently against the seat belt. The exertion against his chest forces him to open his eyes, only to find the water level has engulfed the majority of his own hairless scalp. Desperately attempting to lift his head from the water he cannot however Theo can feel the water slowly moving towards his eyebrows. there was nothing he could do, except scream…

Chapter 7

The silence was abrupt, in the darkness ahead Theodore watches as a miniscule point slowly takes shape. His own scream for help is instantly forgotten, pushed aside by his consciousness before the ringing of his own voice fades away. As Theo and whatever was in the distance slowly merged an additional knot grew in his stomach. Distractedly he rubs his damp palms against the armrest, while trying to ascertain what he was focused upon. Without reference of time or distance waiting as the unknown arrived, felt like an eternity. Squinting as a resort while attempting to unsuccessfully obtain a better view Theo is forced to wait for the inevitable.
Slowly a red-checked recliner comes into view. Subtly shaking his head in disbelief, watches as a mirror image mimics his movement. Heart skipping a beat at the sudden movement from whoever sat across from him, Theo sits back with a gasp and the reflection did the same.
“This is some sort of game,” he tells himself cautiously. Suddenly he lifts his right arm and his actions are mirrored instantly. Lowering his arm to its resting place he says aloud, “Must be a mirror. I’m seeing myself…” but there was one profound difference, the reflection looking back had a head full of hair.
Just then the momentum ceased and Theo’s reflection suddenly grins, exposing a mouthful of teeth. His own face goes slack and blank; there was nothing funny or pleasant about the expression. Exact in every detail, Theo sat uneasily watching someone who he assumed was a mirage.
“Welcome,” the imposter tells him excitedly while extending his arms outwards in a gracious manner, “I’ve been expecting you.”

Chapter 8

Throughout the sickness with cancer, Theodore never experienced the fear of death more so than he did right now. The water level continued to slowly climb and had already claimed the upper portion of his head. Moving his head forward would provide some additional time, but the uncertainty of how long he would be capable of holding that position was unclear and frightening.
There had been sirens but even they had succumbed to the noises around him. Except for the task of remaining calm there was little diversion to pass the time. He thought of his career and acquaintances met over the years. Mostly of the woman who he worked beside all these years but never had the courage to talk with casually. There had been his parents but they passed away many years ago, and the cousins he never cared for also vanished. Theo reflects how he could of survived a fatal illness and not have anyone to share the experience with. So many before him with much more to live for had failed to defeat cancer and now he faced the grim reality of being alone. The water level rises the slightest of degree moving increasingly closer to his eyebrows. The warming flow on his back continued but a stabbing coldness had developed in the center of his chest, radiating outwards.
There was a slight surge of water; Theo opens his mouth instinctively preparing for the worse as a slight amount of water pours into his nostrils. The burning sensation shooting into his head made it difficult to think but the splashing noise alerted him that someone had joined his little catacomb. He looks to find the visitor wearing a fireman’s coat and not looking very pleased about being wet.
“We are going to get you out of here bud,” the fireman begins while reaching into the water.
Theo cannot feel the man’s gloved hand travel down his leg to the point where the deformed dash had pinned him. Watching he notices the face of the professional, glance around uneasily with the worst expression possible, the devastating expression of doubt shadowed across the mans face.
“Okay,” the man begins. “Give us a couple of minutes and we will get you out of this mess.”
Theo does not speak knowing the fireman doesn’t believe it either. He simply nods his head and watches helplessly as the fireman departs. The water level increases once again, the edges of his eyebrows now saturated with the murky water. Time was running out and Theodore is about to die alone.

Chapter 9

The two men regarded the other for several minutes, sitting in complete silence. Theo did not understand and was rapidly reaching a point of not caring who this imposter was. How this person who appeared to be a twin could bring him to such a place or hijack his dream, bothered him. Theo had no answers and by gauging the expression of the man sitting across from him, whoever it was knew exactly what he was thinking.
“You have many questions,” the stranger begins with a soft voice “but allow me the privilege of time to question and explain all that is happening.”
Gesturing with his hand Theo thinks sarcastically that he already doesn’t like the man across from him, or was it himself he thought offhandedly.
Lifting his right hand and gesturing outward the man begins, “This is my home.” Theodore does not look away; he focused only on the person before him, trying to decide what could be done.
“I know it doesn’t look like much, but this is where I’ve spent the majority of my life. Waiting and watching you Theo.”
Finally he can remain silent no longer, he owed this person no privileges. “Who are you exactly and why am I here?”
The man smiles, “Ah yes the ultimate question.”
Undaunted and slightly amused, Theo balls his fist and pokes the chair under him sternly several times to emphasize the point. “No,” he exclaims “why am I here with you?”
He does not reply, sitting quietly watching Theodore’s expression.
Theo thinks jovially, “He doesn’t understand.”
Replying very slowly the man repeats, “We will get to why you are here.” He pauses to take a deep breath, and then begins. “Theodore you can call me a great many things, your consciousness, soul, nemesis even but in reality I am you shadow. I’ve followed your life from the instant you came to be. All that has happened I have been with you, unable to react, forced to observe and suffer your mistakes.”
Refusing to move or react Theo bites his bottom lip as his face begins to burn.
“The greatest tragedy I’ve survived is your life,” the man tells him. “A sad excuse of solitude and refusing to take risks that would most likely enriched your life, but you never would take that step. Why is that?”
Theo knew he was right, but does not respond.
“Relationships, friends, family all neglected, all left for other endeavors which can only prove fruitless in the conclusion of your existence.”
“What is it you intend to do, is this my mid-life crisis revelation?”
Taken back as though the answer was obvious the man replies simply, “I am here now, and I’m taking control of your life. You’re no longer needed.”

Chapter 10

The water level surprised him, already surpassed the bridge of his nose. Theodore could not see anything the murky water burned his eyes. Taking a desperate gasp, he realizes his time is limited.
“Sir!” a distress voice calls out to him.
Theo recognizes it as the firefighter who was with him moments ago. He does not answer, simply takes another deep breath through his mouth.
“Sir, I can’t free your legs from the dash. We are going to pull your vehicle from the water with you in it. All you got to do is hang in there just another minute; soon as I get out they’re going to start. Can you understand me?”
Theo spats a small amount of water from his mouth and tries to nod without prematurely drowning himself. Then he thinks, “This can’t be safe…”

The water had partially submerged his nose when the rescue began. The mangled vehicle jerked violently as a loud grinding noise erupted only inches from his head. Inside the cab, the water sloshed back and forth. Theodore continually gasping for breath struggles to keep the water out of his mouth. For an instant the water level drops significantly and Theo believes he is going to be saved until a loud pop reverberates through his head, as the vehicle slowly returned to the depths.


Chapter 11

Theodore can feel himself wanting to laugh but resists, “What do you mean, I’m no longer needed?”
The imposter replies very coldly, “Your time here is done. It is my turn…” then he smiles “I’ve waited a very long time for this.”
No longer wanting to laugh stares back blankly, “You are joking right?”
“The joke has been your life, I would not treat your demise with humor or disrespect.”
He feels his heart palpitate beneath the black suit and blue tie, as his mind races Theo attempts to rationalize.
“Regrets?” the man questions him casually.
Theo knew the answer but refuses to indulge the man. Maintaining his silence was all that he could do. If his life was about to end, entertaining this asshole was the last thing Theo wanted to do.
The man frowns at the silence, “Very well. I hope you’ve enjoyed your life as it was. Farewell…”
The man snaps his fingers and everything before him goes dark. He felt himself slipping, before he could protest he was no more…


Chapter 12

He arrived in the body that had been sadly maintained and neglected for so many years with a smile on his face. The time was his and excitement coursed through his veins. With a huge smile and an eagerness to take on the world in a conquest he opens his eyes to a slight miscalculation.
In a state of shock and a deep gasp of breath, the new man fills his lungs with the murky water mixed with automotive and Theodore’s bodily fluids. He was completely submerged and his chest exploded in pain. Trying to yell out he cannot. His body convulses attempting to expel the water but cannot. Limbs are useless and quickly his mind begins to fog. This was not what he had expected. The deal to conquer the body he now occupied was harsh and the realization as he goes limp and slips into unconsciousness is frightening.
The shadow was no more.

Chapter 13

Standing in place he can hardly believe the chain of events. His eyes are closed shut, expecting the worse. Waiting for death to greet him, Theodore does not look up, does not open his eyes and remains stationary. Able to recall all that had been happening, the party, the crash, the fancy suit, a stranger who looked exactly like himself and the depressing recount of his life’s history. Thinking about what this shadow had told him, Theodore found himself frowning and realizing he did have regrets. All the information had been true, and now that his life was about to conclude all he thought about was the accumulated mistakes he had made.
Slowly he opens his eyes while looking up, ready for the flutter to take him away, ready to return to his vehicle and hope the professionals could perform a miracle. He looks up and is speechless. Standing in a marbled hall, Theodore blinks at the brilliance of light. Still dressed in the pinstriped suit he looks around for his shadow but finds himself very much alone. Lifting his right foot and taps his heel against the floor, smiling as the echo fills the hall. Ahead was a single wooden door. There was no sign, no markings only a metallic doorknob. Tempted he looks back to find the hall ends in darkness.
“Today I choose to step forward,” he says aloud, unsure if anyone could actually hear him or was listening. With a deep breath, Theo walks to the door as his heart flutters. He ignores everything and opens the door without hesitation, if he was being given a second chance at life he was not going to let it pass by. Beyond the wooden door was a mall, full of shoppers walking by, all unaware of his presence and talking excitedly. Astonished he wastes no time and does not look back to the approaching darkness, racing down the marbled halls ready to claim him. Theo steps through the opening and pulls the door shut. He straightens his jacket and runs his fingers through his hair. With a smile he embarks on his new life and nods to a very lovely lady who had caught his eye. Theodore was no longer just a survivor he was living.

Theodore was the type of man that reveled in complete regrets, even regretting he survived cancer and was given another chance at life. Sometimes a complete twist in the fabric of civilization is needed so that one person, one lonely office worker can achieve much. Sometimes it takes an intervention from your own shadow to step into the light. 

Sunday, August 30, 2009

8/30/09

So in an unexpected email today I received a rejection letter that I sent 3/15/09.

How an agent can expect to run a business as such is beyond me, because after all I'm just a simple unpublished author who doesn't know any better. I do promise to not bother that agent again and continue my writing.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

8/29/09

I'm still here just been busy. Maybe a real update soon...

One can hope.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

July 8th 2009

Well took a nice long break, little over a month to take time with my family. Now it is time to get back into writing and finding an outlet to become published. Lots of good things going on around here, hope the success continues onto my stories. Thanks for reading.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

June 20th 2009

I've been taking a break recently, really the bug to write had slipped away somewhat but I don't mind because my kid has been down and I've been having fun. Yet I'm not sure if it was today or yesterday, something happened and I realized how much I missed working on a story. I spent a little time today reading a blog by Brandon Sanderson and it just urged me more. There were several points in his ramblings that sparked my interest. Therefore changing my mind about a previous project and how I shouldn't give up on my novel. So I've spent the day working on something else but the bug is back. I'm looking forward to diving back into a story and telling a tale.

I know this may sound silly but this is how it goes, the need to write isn't always constant but when it is here I enjoy it.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

6/4/09

So much going on have not had time to write or post a blog. So I'm posting but really taking time to have fun and do a little reading at night. Maybe next month I'll get back into it and finish up the story I recently started. For now I think we're heading out to go swimming. 8)

no new queries sent out! yay!

Saturday, May 23, 2009

5/23/09

This month is flying by and I've all but stopped sending out queries for now. Currently writing a tragedy and going to stick to what i love to do. That is not sending out queries to agents! For now I'm done with that and just going to write a little while for the fun of it. Maybe I'll sell something to a magazine or online publication, if not then no loss on my part.

Aaron

Saturday, May 9, 2009

5/09/09

Working on a new story, putting the many pieces together and still editing the novel trying to work that word count down. Updates on queries also...

Sent: 22

Rejected: 18

Lost/Missing/Ignored: 4

Ok so there really isn't a lost/missing/ignored section as I have all ideas those emails were rejected for some silly reason and whoever received my query felt it unnecessary to reply. Therefore I'm left wondering what happened, because I guess a spam filter could of ate it up, I really just don't know.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

5/06/09

So I got some good news today, which is unusual when it comes to writing however it is still a rejection, it contains something very valuable...feedback! This was a flash fiction (less than 1000 words) story I wrote a couple months ago and submitted to an online publication for publication on their website. Below is a copy of their reply. Like I said they rejected my story but still I'm happy to have this.


Dear Aaron,
We have all read, reviewed and discussed your story and we have decided to pass on it.

Although we really liked the premise of this story and it contains some nice imagery, we feel the telling of the tale still needs tweaking.

The characters failed to draw us in. Naming characters in a tale such as this, humanizes the piece by making us care. As is we're kept too much at a distance to be sucked in to this families plight.

Sorry we didn't make a match.Thank you for considering AlienSkin Magazine for publication and for allowing us the opportunity to review your work.Do try us again soon.

Sincerely, (redacted)

Senior Editorwww.AlienSkinMag.com

Friday, May 1, 2009

5/1/09

So I finally sat down and wrote a brand new query. Haven't sent out anything in awhile... My inbox looks something like this...

Query sent 1:25pm

Rejection received 1:58pm

Thanks for reading!

22 sent

17 rejected

for those counting...

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

4/29/09

The 11 o'clock hour...

I once considered myself a fan of the twilight hour. A comfort among the night owls and those that dwell in the dark. Now that frame of time has brought something new to my life. Something darker than a moonless sky. Like a floodgate forced open above my head I am consumed with the boredom and loneliness of this fateful hour. Lost without a cause, I've grown to hate this hour. Why must our wonderful days slip away? Why must the one I love be taken away every single day at the 11 o'clock hour?

Friday, April 24, 2009

4/24/09

So my final conclusion thus far with my 1st novel is that the word count is too long. Still frustrating but I can cut it down and hope for a response. If not then under the bed it goes and I will work on something else. When it can be counted as experience can it all be considered a waste of time?

I don't think so...

Monday, April 20, 2009

4/21/09

So this blog is suppose to be about my experiences in writting, so I'll address one that I've not really covered. Disappointment. It's true, the whole experience has been a disappointment thus far. The only real enjoyment is getting to sit down and write, write, and write some more. When the ideas flow faster then I can type there is a certain bliss. Sending out queries and receiving rejections is all part of it but it leads to more disappointment. One day I may get lucky, I also might buy a winning lottery ticket. Today however I write for the enjoyment.

Thanks for reading...

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

April 14th 2009

Just another quick update, nothing else going on.

Queries Sent: 21

Rejected: 16

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Looking for a few readers...

I am wondering if anyone is interested in doing some reading? What I am looking for is a small group of people that like to read. Basically what will happen is when I've finished a story you'll be one of the first to see it. I'm seeking feedback on the story and actually want to know how you honestly feel about it. Love it or hate it, I need people who can give me an honest opinion and not hold back because they know me or worked with me in the past. I need Critique and if anyone is interested I am anxious to hear what you've got to say. The stories are in MS word format, but I can provide a link for those who don't have that program. I don't necessarily need people to edit my story but give a simple opinion. So if you are a heavy reader or even read a book once in a long time and feel like checking out something new, Please let me know.

Typically I write young adult fantasy fiction (similar to Chronicles of Narnia I'd like to think) and also I've written a suspense shortstory. Starting out will be totally focusing on the short stories before delving into a novel. There are no time periods or limits. I realize everyone has jobs and cannot dedicate hours upon hours to reading but if you can help I'd certainly appreciate it.

Questions or comments please post or email me...

Thanks so much,
Aaron

Saturday, April 4, 2009

April 4th 2009

Sent another email out last night late, with the new change. Going to give it a few days to sink in and see how it really sounds to myself before I go posting it here.

Queries Sent: 21

Rejected: 15

Friday, April 3, 2009

April 3rd 2009

Another rejection form email arrived today, but that doesn't matter. Have been tossing around the idea of a title change for a few days now. With a new email address and novel title who knows what could happen. If all they see is my current best query statement and title of my novel, I'm going to take a chance and hope they're not liking the title for once. We shall see...

My thriller short story has been taking shape and coming along nicely. Hope to have a 1st draft finished by the end of April.

Queries Sent: 20

Rejected: 15

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

April 1st 2009

For the 2nd time ever I received something from a literary agent other than a standardized rejection letter. Now it was a rejection letter, however it didn't appear to be the standard form letter I've become so accustomed to receiving. Alas I was rejected and moving on but it did make me smile. I've since taken that agency off my list and look forward to proving them wrong. Good night...

Queries Sent: 20

Rejected: 14

Saturday, March 28, 2009

March 28th 2009

New query sent out into the great beyond... Still no word on several long lost but I have no unreal expectations of a sudden acceptance from those. Began new short story today, working out the details and I'm liking it.

Queries Sent: 20

Rejections: 13

Friday, March 27, 2009

Info...

Removed both short stories for now. If anyone read them, I hope you enjoyed them. For now I'm going to not post anymore short stories until a later date. Thanks for reading.

March 27th 2009

Nothing new going on except I am editing my short story and trying to decide what to do with it. So many choices but in the end I'm sure all options will have been explored. Recently I find myself having more ideas then time to time then out. Mostly due to current living conditions but it isn't a huge problem. Just need a few quiet days at work when i'm focused and ready to go. Time management was never a strong point for me, never will be Im starting to believe...

No changes!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

18th of March - Keeping on...

Just another quick line or two today, not much to post and no new insights to how the publishing world works. More queries sent out into the world and wondering about those that never replied. Guess if my inbox had 200 unread messages in it, that could slow me down too.

Queries Sent: 19

Rejected: 13

Monday, March 16, 2009

Life: The greatest of days & writing...

Today was a day that makes me want to crawl into a cozy chair and begin to write my second novel. Yes, today was that good. I'll spare you the details but the decision has been made and the next short story I was considering has been postponed.

Oh and another update! Must give the newest numbers hehe, good night.

Queries Sent: 18

Rejected: 13

Saturday, March 14, 2009

March 14th 2009

No updates recently, still have queries out but no news back which is uncommon. Typically the rejects come in fairly quick. Currently I have three stories out or well really two but the third is about to go out and we shall see what happens.

In other news, all is well and my break from writing is about complete. Still haven't decided which project will be started on next but the second novel has been weighing on me.

Queries sent: 18

Rejected: 11

Except for the short story, there won't be anymore submissions until something starts coming back in. Don't want to mass submit my work, i'm not desperate! 8^)

Thursday, March 5, 2009

March 5th 2009

Just doesn't seem like I'm sending very many queries out... However I don't know what to think. I get discouraged briefly when the queries come back so quickly in the middle of the night. Time to expand the agent list I query to and see the new rejection letters that come in.

Queries: 16

Rejected: 11

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

March 4th 2009

Just another update on the never-ending cycle of submitting to the slush pile of query letters overflowing some agents inbox.

Queries Sent: 14

Rejected: 10

Saturday, February 28, 2009

A new month

Well March has arrived and I can only hope that the perfect query letter is in my near future. Remains slightly frustrating that the work is never judged only a letter that may or may not even be about the story. Regardless I continue to try as the days pass by.

Queries Sent: 13

Rejected: 10

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

2/24 #3

Yes so it is my 3rd post today but just brief update... Sent out another novel query to new agent listed in New York and also sent out Manuscript submission for my Flash Fiction story I just posted below.

Queries Sent:13

Rejected: 9

Another Diversion

So tried something new called 'flash fiction' which is basically a very short story. The website I was looking at defined flash as 500-1000 words. I couldn't resist and finished a little story about two hours later. It was fun and I plan on submitting that story later today. Also I'll post the flash fiction story here in a little while.

No new queries have been received or sent out. Depending on my day, I might change that.

Queries Sent: 11

Rejected: 9

Monday, February 23, 2009

Undecided

So I’m having difficulty trying to decide if writing more short stories is good practice or go ahead and move onto the second novel. Either way I am still writing and keeping myself busy.

I like the idea of putting short stories up for people to look at, but some feedback would be nice. Not asking for much but if you like or dislike the story, drop me a line.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

New type of posts

Going to start adding something new to this blog... My short stories that I've finished. Not all maybe about Molior or fantasy fiction but I'll try to warn you ahead of time. Hope you enjoy. If you like or dislike, any feedback is appreciated. All blogs and short stories will be labeled as such so you can easily locate them.

Before I finish, there have been no new queries. I stopped sending out so quickly, wanted to slow down and write something new. Not giving up... just slowing down.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Slacking or Busy?

Well i have not been posting lately nor sending out queries. I have been busy working, extracurricular activities and writing a short story. This short story project has been a lot of fun and challenging. When writing a novel I can spend time and words describing a simple object or emotion, however with a short story it can be very limiting. It does not take long to rack up a word count that reaches the limits of what a short story is classified as.

So yes I am slacking but who is keeping track?

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

1/28/09

Just a update, nothing new to share right now.

Queries Sent: 11

Rejected: 9

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Back to it...

I'm back at work, preparing a new batch of goodness to send out. Got another rejection that I sent out at the first of the year, but reading over the query I am not surprised it got rejected. Horrid would be an appropiate description.

Queries Sent: 10

Rejected: 8

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Genre

So been just thinking about a change of genre, not changing the book but how I label it. Assuming it means a lot as an agent considers the query, showing it in a new light might be worth while. Also considered the story fantasy fiction however browsing the book stores and gauging what is displayed on the fantasy fiction aisles, I believe there could be another spot for my novel. Could be a mistake, but it is certainly worth a shot. Have been not sending out as many queries this week, so much going on but time to try again.

Queries sent: 10

Rejected: 7

Updated 1/22/09

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

So I just sent out another query which I found completely ridiculous and funny at the same time. It said nothing of what the book was about but so far it has lasted longer then 7 minutes. My little buddy from the other day is gone but not forgotten! I however did get a good laugh so now I'm sitting here in my habitat *work* considering looking up some new unsuspecting agent to send them the same thing.

Sent: 9

Rejected: 6

Monday, January 12, 2009

Poke it until it bleeds

So on a previous query letter, I got rejected within seven minutes of sending the email. Does this hurt my feelings? Not at all, in an attempt to set a new record, I sent a new query letter to the same agent at exactly 5pm on the dot and hope that she has gone home for the day. Regardless of how bad my letter maybe, it will sit in her inbox beyond the previous seven minutes of bliss. So where ever you are little query letter of mine, be strong!

On happier note, I'm writing pretty regularly now and glad to be back into the routine of putting ideas on paper. If I could just write and never worry about selling myself (soul optional) to an agent, life would be grand. Yet what is the point of writing something that nobody will ever see?

Back to the queries...

Sent: 8

Rejected: 5

Updated, query lasted 52 minutes this time! Good job there little query letter, you will be missed.

Friday, January 9, 2009

A bend in the sidewalk

Another day, another rejection! I'm not feeling bad about it however, I felt it was a pretty good query that I sent, just didn't work for that agent at that time. I am however thinking more along the lines of something else I read about unagented writers trying to find creditentials. So I've begun working on a new project after some much needed advise of a family member. If I would only listened earlier it might of been easier all along. So I've started writing a short story not so much fantasy fiction but something I can work on that isn't so indepth as a novel and still focus on finding an agent that is right for me. So the first week of the new year is over, actually been over a couple days now yet there has been progress and rejections. I'll work on my new story that i'm excited about and I'll continue to perfect the query letter.

Queries sent: 6

Rejected: 4

Last minute update to update a new rejection letter.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Personally sent to you

I have no idea if I'm getting better or worse at these queries, with zero feedback I'm forced to judge on the effectiveness based on time the query is out. I know that is probably silly and has no bearing but it is all that I've got right now. I'm okay with form rejections by the dozens however it would be nice for one agent to take a moment and give me something else. I know they are super busy people and this business is heartless but I can still hope.

Queries sent: 6

Rejected: 2

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

New approach

It is only the 6th day of the new year but I've already decided to change the way I submit. Don't want to go into the details righ tnow but I just sent another query out, so we will see. Really don't expect to see a difference in the standardized rejection letter but who knows.

Queries sent: 5

The big R: 2

Monday, January 5, 2009

Off and running

So it has begun, the queries are out and running. We shall see what happens this year. I can only hope one fish will bite but we shall see. This is one of the best days I've ever had, regardless how many rejections get sent back.

Queries sent: 4

Rejection: 2

Saturday, January 3, 2009

A query is a what?

I've been talking about these query letters that writers submit to literary agencies, atleast I've been thinking about them, but I can say I've just completed one that I'm actually happy about. Who knows by tomorrow this particular query could be so cut down or cut up and tossed into the trash it won't be worth saving, but for now I like it. We will see if there is any particular response to this query letter pasted below. Enjoy, is only the partial of a letter I am going to send on Monday, but it gives you an idea of what it is.


Somer could recall with utmost clarity her first passionate desire as a small girl, to experience the true blessing of bestowing life upon a child of her own, but that dream could never come true since her gift had been snatched away during an escapee’s vicious attempt at revenge against her grandmother. Now an adult Somer Brisko must face the reality of her traumatic injury while tormented by visions of children that seemingly taunt her, children that could never be hers and avoid going insane. Moving away from her home state desperate for a change, Somer inadvertently steps into the path of the same convict, once again victim to the cruel fate, she hangs in the balance of something magical. Pushed to the breaking point and then beyond, even for the confines of her mind, Somer awakens in a mysterious kingdom as her reality collapses. Thrust into a land of magic and dangerous creatures, Somer must survive in the land of Molior as her part in an ancient fable slowly unfolds to reveal itself and a seed placed deep inside her womb begins to develop.

I am seeking representation for my novel, Maiden of the Song which has a strong feminine lead character that progresses through the story from high school teenage sweetheart to battle worn woman and mother of grace. This is the first novel of a possible series, with the second story also freestanding, in progress.


Queries sent: 1

Working it...

So I've finished the book so i'm not really celebrating just yet. So much to do and I've caught up to a point I am happy with. So now comes the challenge of finding an agent that will be willing to sell my work to a publishing company. This is what they call the "hard part" but I never would of expected it as I struggled through a difficult scene in my story that much later would be harder. But it is, yet I'm not hating it. I have writen what I believed to be a great query letter to one particular agent then only hours later reconsider the greatness. It is not a big loss as 99% of my query letters have been rejected thus far. So I will rework that same letter again, this time making the changes I deemed necessary and resend it to another elusive agent.

Since it is the first of the year figured why not try to keep up with how many I send out. It would be really cool to show how much time I spent in 08 working on these queries and a decent synopsis or how many I sent out total yet I'm unable to even begin to guess. Really if I tried to attempt and calculate the amount of time put into my project I am certain it would make everyone laugh. Since I'm not a celebrity this is something that has to be earned, it most certainly will not be given to me.

One thing that does make the day better is that since I'm not trying to do a synopsis, I can actually work on book 2.

Queries sent:
1