Writer’s Laze.

Well, I suppose I’m alienating all those with a creative mind when I call it writer’s laze. I think it’s something any writer or artist goes through at any given time in their process. It doesn’t mean that you are a lazy person, or a lazy creator, nah, it has a couple of meanings, at least in my mind. Now, on a daily basis I can be lazy as fuck. I’ll be honest, there are days where I see the pile of laundry in the corner, have nothing to do, yet put it off. There are times where I’ll watch something on TV because I can’t be bothered to get the remote on the other side of the room, but when it comes to writing, it’s a whole different thing. Continue reading “Writer’s Laze.”

Memories.

Do you remember the first time you read your favorite book, or saw your favorite movie? Chances are you do. But do you remember the circumstances under which you fell upon your favorite anything? That might be a bit trickier. One of my all time top reads is a book by Dean Koontz called Odd Thomas. Some of you may be familiar with it, others might not. It’s about an unassuming hero who has been blessed, or cursed with the ability to see the dead. He’s made it his mission to help the dead with moving on to the other side. Continue reading “Memories.”

The Bitter Sting Returns.

Two more rejections this morning. Christ, this writing this is becoming more and more tedious as time goes on. I’m not going to lie, I’m getting more and more discourage. I’ve heard people compare sending work out for publishing, or representation to sending out job applications. You can make that comparison, sure. Both have a fairly low success rates, and both have the potential to be disappointing or joyous. However, and this sort of depends on the job, there is one distinct difference. When sending out your own work for consideration, it is being judged on your talent. When you apply to a job, you’re competing mainly over experience. When you’re told you didn’t get an interview, it usually reads¬†Thank you for you application, however we have decided to choose somebody who meets the level of experience.¬†Fair enough, the gig when to a fella or lady who had 5 years on me. But when you get the rejection letter sent to you, it reads literally this(Copied from one this morning): Continue reading “The Bitter Sting Returns.”

The Joys of Acceptance.

My last post talked mostly about rejection, but on the flip side there’s that euphoria of hearing that you are good enough after all. While the rejections come fast and hard, the successes are often few and far between – but that makes them all the more satisfying. Of course, I’m not saying that getting a hundred acceptance letters would be boring, but there’s something about that one in a million that just hits the spot. Continue reading “The Joys of Acceptance.”