Fortnightly update 47: 13.09.2021 to 26.09.2021

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.

Short fiction

I’m currently submitting short fiction, mostly flash fiction and short stories, to online magazines and such for publication. I didn’t work on any short stuff this fortnight because I’m focusing on the novella I mentioned last week (it’s going well!). I’d love to find a balance between both, but I’m not quite there yet. I did score a sweet rejection, though.

Here are this fortnight’s stats:

Submissions: 0
Pending: 8
Rejections: 1
Acceptances: 0
Rejections 2021 (from June 8th): 10


I totally forgot to share this next thing, but I suppose now is as good of a time as any. LENS is a short film about travel and photography/videography by my buddy Chad Gerber, and I helped develop the script! Check it out!

Frontier Media

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. Three of my videos went live this fortnight.

And here are my total stats:

Videos for The Front: 104
Videos for The Braved: 35


I write 280-character stories and poems using various writing prompt hashtags, mostly #vss365, on Twitter. I wrote three this fortnight, and I love all of them. They got solid responses too!


I backed into my little brother’s wardrobe and shut the door. He’d be home any minute, and I’d give him the scare of his life. At least, that’s what I’d planned to do, before a cold breath touched my neck and someone whispered, “Can I play too?”


Running towards me, the axe-wielding maniac tripped over a log and knocked himself out cold. I’d seen enough movies to know what NOT to do in this situation. I picked up the axe and buried it in his head. Roll credits.


Bleeding out, I expedited my demise with my .45. I’d died enough times now to know it was best not to keep Death waiting. It was a professional courtesy, really, and he always paid it back by bumping me to the front of the queue in Purgatory.


This fortnight was just a massive grind, to be honest. I worked hard, but I have little to show for it right now because it’s not ready to be shared. That’s writing, I guess. You’ve got to find ways to stay motivated without recognition! Going totally insane works.

Thanks for reading <3