Fortnightly update 46: 30.08.2021 to 12.09.2021
In this blog series, I share my fortnight-to-fortnight triumphs (and failures) as a writer. Despite all the ups and downs, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m currently submitting short fiction, mostly flash fiction and short stories, to online magazines and such for publication. I submitted three stories this fortnight, which I’m pretty happy about, and I copped one rejection. I’ve got nine lines in the water, and they’ve been there for a while, so it’s likely I’m gonna get swamped with some responses soon (probably all at once). I swear I refresh my inbox a billion times a day, haha. Writers can relate, I’m sure.
Here are this fortnight’s stats:
Rejections 2021 (from June 8th): 9
I said last fortnight that I wasn’t ready to try my hand at a novel, but I never said anything about a novella. I started putting one together this fortnight and it’s going great so far. It’s set in Western Australia and features Lovecraftian themes. I’m not going to reveal anything else until it’s drafted, but stay tuned!
I write scripts for Frontier Media, a media production company specialising in YouTube. Our two largest channels are The Front and Geetsly’s, and while I’ve written a little for Geetsly’s in the past, I mostly write for The Front and our new, smaller channel The Braved. Five of my videos went live this fortnight.
And here are my total stats:
Videos for The Front: 103
Videos for The Braved: 33
I write 280-character stories and poems using various writing prompt hashtags, mostly #vss365, on Twitter. I wrote just two this fortnight, and while I think they’re decent, I have to up my game and write some more. They work great as prompts for larger stories!
I wish it wouldn’t stare at me like that, lidless black eyes in shallow sockets. I wish it would just walk, as they do, through my frosty bedroom window and get it over and done with. There’s no use fighting it anymore, fighting them anymore. Why do they have to stare?
On the walk to and from work he would always mock the neighbour’s Pomeranian. He’d kick the fence and echo its high-pitched barks. He’d offer it food, then eat it in front of it. He sprayed it with a hose one time, too. It was all fun, a joke… until Fluffy got out.
Beyond writing, I went camping for a couple of nights and had an absolute blast. I needed to look at something other than my monitor more than I knew. It definitely inspired me, too. This coming fortnight, I’m hitting the ground running with a secret project, and I also plan to chip away at my novella.
Thanks for reading <3