Tuesday, December 15, 2009
12/15/09
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Thanks for reading...
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
9/22/09
Monday, September 21, 2009
9/21/09
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
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
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
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
July 8th 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
June 20th 2009
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
no new queries sent out! yay!
Saturday, May 23, 2009
5/23/09
Aaron
Saturday, May 9, 2009
5/09/09
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
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
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
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
I don't think so...
Monday, April 20, 2009
4/21/09
Thanks for reading...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Looking for a few readers...
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
Queries Sent: 21
Rejected: 15
Friday, April 3, 2009
April 3rd 2009
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
Queries Sent: 20
Rejected: 14
Saturday, March 28, 2009
March 28th 2009
Queries Sent: 20
Rejections: 13
Friday, March 27, 2009
Info...
March 27th 2009
No changes!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
18th of March - Keeping on...
Queries Sent: 19
Rejected: 13
Monday, March 16, 2009
Life: The greatest of days & writing...
Oh and another update! Must give the newest numbers hehe, good night.
Queries Sent: 18
Rejected: 13
Saturday, March 14, 2009
March 14th 2009
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
Queries: 16
Rejected: 11
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
March 4th 2009
Queries Sent: 14
Rejected: 10
Saturday, February 28, 2009
A new month
Queries Sent: 13
Rejected: 10
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
2/24 #3
Queries Sent:13
Rejected: 9
Another Diversion
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
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
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Back to it...
Queries Sent: 10
Rejected: 8
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Genre
Queries sent: 10
Rejected: 7
Updated 1/22/09
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sent: 9
Rejected: 6
Monday, January 12, 2009
Poke it until it bleeds
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
Queries sent: 6
Rejected: 4
Last minute update to update a new rejection letter.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Personally sent to you
Queries sent: 6
Rejected: 2
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
New approach
Queries sent: 5
The big R: 2
Monday, January 5, 2009
Off and running
Queries sent: 4
Rejection: 2
Saturday, January 3, 2009
A query is a what?
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...
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
