agilebrit: (werewolf)
So, I sent not!IronMan to one of the premier markets. They kindly said it "wasn't right" for them, but:

It's one of the best titles they've seen all year. (Clearly, its actual title is not "Not!IronMan.")

And they invited me to sub again.

So, that's... encouraging. I guess. Maybe I got someone's attention there, anyway. And I know exactly which story I'm sending them next. The timing is actually stellar on that, because I'll see the publisher where Won His Soul is during LTUE this weekend, and I can inquire about the status.

Today: More editing. I think I'll look over the new Janni story and see if I like it.
agilebrit: (Guri praise the Lord)
NanoPals on Twitter today asked, "How does religion play into your worlds? Do you allow your personal beliefs to flavour your work? Wha do your characters believe? What kind of book do you prefer to read - one that heavily includes personal faith or one that shies away from a characters viewpoints. Do pious characters bother you if they stray too far from what you personally believe?"

I'll duplicate my comment there and expand on it. It's not like I'm doing anything else, like editing, right now anyway.

Depends on what I'm writing, really. I write mainly short stories, and I've done five (out of 27) that have overtly religious characters. Three of them have recognizably Biblical angels and demons as major characters. And, yeah, that's my own Christianity bleeding into my fiction, but I still try to make them their own and not my mouthpiece. Preachiness is annoying, and so these characters are still PEOPLE in their own right with their own opinions, shaped by their experiences and their own beliefs--beliefs that don't necessarily line up with my own.

I also realize going in that these stories are hard sells in any market. They're too Christian for the secular market and not Christian enough for the Christian market (because of subject matter and some salty language)--and two of them are over 15K words and under 20K words long, and the third LOOKS like a standard "guy sells soul to devil" story, even though it's not--so they're stuck in a kind of limbo of unsaleableness.

But the beauty of the current system is that, once I've exhausted the paying markets, I can self-pub them and maybe they'll find their own market, you know?

I have also written stories where the internal theology in no way reflects my own, and many, many where religion isn't even a thing except for the occasional startled or mournful "Oh, God." It really depends on what the story needs more than anything else.

When reading, I'm fine with characters and worldviews that don't reflect my own beliefs, as long as the story is internally consistent and tells a good tale. The trope I despise above all else, however, is the one-note Stupid/Evil/Stupidly Evil Christian Character. It's boring, it's lazy, and I do my level best to subvert it on a regular basis by writing good-guy religious characters when the story calls for something like that.

ExpandAnd this is stupidly long, so under the cut it goes. )
agilebrit: (Guri praise the Lord)
And there I am as an Honorable Mention. Yaaaay. I got the certificate in the mail too. That was for Won His Soul, BTW.

I was excited for the first Honorable Mention. Really, I was.

This, however, was my eighth.

I wonder. If one gets ten, is there a special award?

Maybe one of the ones from this Project o'Doom will be The One. And maybe Analog will print the Zombunny story. It could happen.
agilebrit: (Tired & Long-suffering)
I have decided that my protags in the new thing I'm outlining live in a trailer park for over-55's. This means that old farts are taking on eldritch horrors. I am amused by this. And, you know, it's different from the norm, so.

I need to finish this outline and start the next.

Also, I spent fifteen minutes in line at the post office today so I could mail my story to that publication, and it cost me $3.30. I am unhappy about both the wait and the cost and the fact that I will no doubt find out in a week that it "wasn't right for us" because let's face it, there's a less-than-1% chance of being published in a place like that for someone like me who is not John Langdon. #firstworldproblems

But you can't win if you don't enter, and my last two to them have been "not right for us" rather than "didn't grab," so that's good. I guess. /discouraged

And, so...

Dec. 6th, 2012 12:23 pm
agilebrit: (Writer of Wrongs)
I was waffling at one of my more sensible friends about printing out this ridiculously-lengthed story, and he said "Well, do you want to be a writer?" And, you know, this is the best thing I've ever written, and printing these things out and actually shipping them used to be a Thing before the internet.

So I have ginned up a submission packet for Won His Soul. I'm just glad that I recently bought a new ink cartridge and had (barely) enough paper. And, of course, it don't ever go smooth--after I printed out my cover letter, I realized that it says "short story" and this is a novelette. So I got to fix that and print it out again.

Now all I have to do is seal the envelope and schlep it to the post office. Which I will do as soon as the buyer on this eBay auction the Hubby ran pays for what they were apparently very anxious to win, since they bid four times in the final minute. They really should read my sniping tutorial. Bid once, bid your max, and let the chips fall, dude.

Or maybe I'll do it on the way to the grocery store.
agilebrit: (Sad)
Annnnd Won His Soul has garnered its second rejection.

The next place I want to send it to only takes snail mail subs.

The thing is over 15,000 words long. Seventy-four pages, plus cover letter.

Not only is that a large investment in ink and postage and time in line, but, dude. The chances of getting it published in that particular market are vanishingly small. On the other hand, at least I'll know in a week or so if they want it, because they have a nicely fast turnaround time.

But markets that pay professional rates are thin on the ground for something like this. The length is problematic. Duotrope's gives me eight results that are semi-pro and up. Of those, two are unsuitable; one is for kids (which this is defintely not) and one is a shared universe (which this is not a part of). One is a contest whose results will not be announced until June. I've got something at Tor right now, so they're out. I have something at TM as well; although they do take multiple subs. I'm not sure they'd want it anyway, because there's some "graphic content" in there (whatever that means, hoo-boy, but I'm pretty sure that some of the stuff that happens in it would greatly squick more sensitive readers. I pulled no punches with this one.) It's already been at WotF.

This leaves two on the list, one of which pays a penny a word, and one not on the list, which pays a flat $100. Which, you know, okay, but I'd rather get pro rates if I can, because who wouldn't. So it seems I have little choice in the matter but to jump through this particular hoop, if I want a chance at getting my Magnum Opus actually published someplace that will pay me serious money for it.

You can't win if you don't enter.

Right?
agilebrit: (Sad)
Won His Soul has garnered my eighth Honorable Mention at Writers of the Future. Framed!Werewolf was rejected and so I need to hit up Duotrope's again.

God.
agilebrit: (Over My Head)
So, yeah, I've been staring at the damn steampunk werewolf western for two solid days now, going "durrrr." My preacher and my protag have about done all that's productive with this conversation, and so I need to get the plot moving again.

And the only thing I can think of is siccing a posse on him.

Okay, maybe not a whole posse. Maybe just the hunter dude that made him jump off the train to begin with. That actually makes more sense. This way the complications are contained, because Lord knows I do not need more complications in this Thing. I'm 7700 words in and halfway into my "outline" (such as it is), and so moving to the second pinch point is a must here.

I still hate it, by the way.

In other news, I finally got a rejection for hitman!Ben, so it went off to the next market. And I've about run out of pro markets for it. *sigh* We should be hearing from Writers of the Future any day now. I'm mentally preparing myself for bad news on that front (anything other than Finalist would be bad news for me on this one), and to gin up a sub packet for it for other places. This is a hugely discouraging business.

My mother, bless her heart, has been kind of busting my chops for RPing instead of "writing things I can get paid for." Considering the fact that the last time I actually got paid for anything was four years ago (notwithstanding my recent sale for a story I wrote two years ago), I just... laugh.
agilebrit: (Over My Head)
I'm 6500 words into the steampunk werewolf western, and it has come to a screeching halt. I thought I had a place for this scene to go, and I neglected to write it down, and it is gone like the proverbial wind.

Let this be a lesson to you. If you don't write it down, it never happened.

I did get to introduce my good-guy preacher dude in my last spate of writing, so that's cool. I'm going to be That Werewolf Writer Who Also Writes Religious People As Heroes, Sometimes In The Same Story. Do I care? No, I think that would be awesome, actually. The "religious figure as bad guy" trope is overdone and old, and I will buck against it every chance I get.

Still no news on won his soul or hitman!Ben. Pins and needles. I am on them. No news is good news, I guess. I get a sinking feeling every time I get that "INCOMING MESSAGE" .wav from gmail. Maybe I'll find a .wav that just says "INCOMING!" and change it to that.

Also, the damn election cannot come soon enough. We've already donated a ridiculous amount. You can't have anymore. Stop friggin' calling me. Especially stop with the gorram robocalls. You don't make any friends with those, people, and the sooner you learn that lesson, the better off everyone will be. GOD.
agilebrit: (Picspam)
I'm actually not being sarcastic. Got a rejection last night for the Squonk story and immediately flipped it to Writers of the Future, since they haven't seen it yet, the deadline is the 30th, and there's no way I'm going to finish the steampunk werewolf western in time. It is stalled like a big stalled thing. Still waiting on word for Won His Soul. Gyah, this business.

In other news, I did receive the contract for the Zombie story in the mail and sent it back, signed, immediately, so. I believe the editor said that issue would be coming out next month.

And now, more Yellowstone pictures. This group will be the miscellaneous critters and a couple of other shots.

ExpandFollow the cut to bison, chipmunks, grouse, coyote, and pronghorns... )
agilebrit: (KKBB manip Tony/Pepper)
Won His Soul has a title ("Better a Millstone") and has been entered in this quarter's WotF. I have no idea why I always get the shivers when I do this. This is my 21st completed original story. I've garnered something in the neighborhood of 250 rejections over the past several years. And sending off a sub still makes me nervous. Go figure.

In celebration, and since I didn't post any wallpaper yesterday, have a pic of Guriel praying:



Expand1024x600 image under the cut )
agilebrit: (Writer of Wrongs)
Is done.

It needs a title, natch. Which I'm coming up blank on. But as soon as I figure that out, it's winging off to Writers of the Future.

I am very pleased with it. It comes in at just under 15,800 words. It's probably my most ambitious project ever, and I include the novel in that assessment. It is also every shade of Wrong, but twisted in just the right way.

Wish me luck. :)
agilebrit: (Facepalm2)
I've got notes on the Ghost Ship story. They consist, when boiled down to their essence, of "SUCK LESS." So that's awesome. I've decided that I'm just goofing off today. I've got a meeting with my Writing Buddy for the Won His Soul story, and I'll be putting a final polish and edit on it starting either tonight or tomorrow. Today, I'm giving my brain a break except for fun stuff that doesn't really matter in the Great Scheme of My Career, Such As It Is.

But that didn't stop me from poking through the Plot Bunny Hutch. And the last one there is "He was an angry and bitter little angel." Which made me perk up and go "ooo." I even had insta-plot. And then I shook my fist and went "NO." I'm in an angel rut right now and don't need to write more angel stories. Won His Soul is actually the second one I've written for publication, and Ben is embroiled in angel and demon crap up to his eyebrows in the RP. Plus I'm working on one already in the collaboration. Sort of. NO MORE.

SO. My plan of action is to (a) edit Won His Soul to within an inch of its life and then send it to Writers of the Future. (b) edit Ghost Ship so that it stops sucking. (c) THEN go through the bunny hutch and find something new to sink my teeth into.
agilebrit: (Headdesk)
I just checked Duotrope's for markets for Won His Soul. I probably shouldn't have.

Turns out that markets for fantasy works over 15,000 words long are thin on the ground. I knew this, of course. I didn't realize how thin on the ground they were, though.

Three. Three pro-paying markets. Writers of the Future, which I'd planned on sending it to first anyway. F&SF, which I would love to break into and has actually read a few of my last subs to them all the way to the end, but is a snail mail sub. You know how many pages this is going to be, properly formatted? UGH. And Tor.com, which takes forever and a day to get back to you.

Well. I have hopes for this one. We'll see if it goes anywhere, I guess. I've had three betas look it over and incorporated (some of) their suggestions. It's as edited as I can get it for now, and I'm meeting my Writing Buddy this weekend. Once I incorporate the changes he suggests, I'm sending it to WotF.

...I should probably send him the updated file.
agilebrit: (Tired & Long-suffering)
I had a wonderful time seeing most of the Usual Suspects there. I found out about Salt City Steamfest, in July, which I will certainly be attending, if only to gawk at costumes and get ideas for something of my own. My brain is full, and I'm not sure that sleeping in was actually good for me this morning, since I'm feeling very tired and not quite here.

The lovely and effulgent [livejournal.com profile] bigsciencybrain put her finger on what was bugging me about Won His Soul, and I will be incorporating changes to try to fix those issues. It's very difficult to cram an idea like this into a fifteen- or even seventeen-thousand-word story, but I'm going to try and see if I can pull it off. She and the Hubby also disagreed about a particular scene and whether or not it needed more emotion, so maybe I'll take a middle ground and ramp it up slightly--or explain that he's so exhausted by all the other crap that's gone before that he really doesn't have the energy to react more than he did. Something.

Oh, and it needs a title. Awesome.

I ran into the handsome and hard-working Chris Cook, who had some intriguing ideas about putting up my already-published short stories on Amazon for the Kindle and B&N for the Nook. I'll be investigating that and seeing if I can build some kind of revenue stream from it.

I need to figure out what I'm writing next. I'm going to revisit both the tattoo story and the ghost ship story and see if either of them are salvageable, or maybe I'll hit up the Plot Bunny Hutch and see if something in there pings me. And there's the collaborative thing as well, which it's my turn to post on. I like to have something in Writing, and something in Editing. And I should also be working on the synopsis for the novelthing so I can start querying agents again. Gaaaaaaaah.

Since I was incredibly busy all weekend, I didn't post any wallpaper. So, have some today:



Expand1024x600 images under the cut )
agilebrit: (Writer of Wrongs)
Two editing passes later, I'm quite pleased with the Won His Soul story. However, it seems to be missing something I can't quite put my finger on, so I think I may pass it off to the Usual Suspects today and let them tear into it.

I talked to a publisher last night at CONduit and now have a new place to send the Faerie Show story, once I work up a submission packet for it. GOD, I hate writing synopses. Hate hate hate. I may talk with him further about that, because a summary for a short story is... not really industry-standard. It's a fledgling publisher and a paying market, although the guidelines page doesn't say how much they pay for short fiction. I will also speak to him about that, because it should say something there.

I saw Chewbacca yesterday. WOW, that was an amazing costume.
agilebrit: (Writer of Wrongs)
The Won His Soul story has an END at the bottom and came in at 15,266 words. Which gives me about 1400 words on the day.

I will probably add more in edits, because there was a subplot I wanted in there and didn't quite manage.

In celebration, have a snippet:

Leonas's head whipped around as a roaring wail sounded from everywhere and nowhere. That was all the opening Advaiel needed to lunge forward and force him back against the well with their swords crossed. "Come Home, Leo," he said between his teeth. "You're my brother and I love you. I don't want to hurt you." Which seemed a ridiculous statement, considering both of them were slashed open in too many places to count.

"And that--" Leonas also spoke between his teeth. A dagger appeared in his hand, and he plunged it home between Advaiel's ribs. I felt my own heart stop in response. "Is your weakness, Adva."

Advaiel's legs buckled as Leonas twisted the knife and pulled it free with a great gout of blood following. The angel's face was filled with sorrow and resignation both. He suddenly had a dagger of his own buried to the hilt in Leonas's chest. "It doesn't mean I won't."

Leonas gasped in disbelief as the area around the wound turned black and began to dissolve with a foul odor of rot and brimstone. "I didn't--" The blackness expanded, more quickly than I'd have thought possible. "Didn't think you had it in you, little brother." And then all that was left of him was a dissipating puddle of black and smelly ooze on the ground.

"And that was your weakness, and your pride, Leo." Advaiel dropped heavily to his knees. I leaped to his side, and he leaned against me, wings drooping. "Well. I didn't enjoy that much."


Yaaaaaaaay.

WELL.

May. 24th, 2012 08:09 am
agilebrit: (Tony: Actual Anteaters)
Right before bed last night, I figured out exactly the order of events for the end of the Won His Soul story. Now, I'm a pantser, not an outliner, but it seemed kind of stupid not to write down the basic points, and so I did. And now I know where I'm going and how I'm getting there. I may actually stick an END at the bottom of this thing today.

And then this morning upon awakening, I came up with a first line for the collab-fic with my RP partner, if she likes it. It will be set in this universe, which we call "Probationary Angels."

A little about my process on the Won His Soul story: This is a much more ambitious project than I usually take on. I knew going in that it was going to be long, and that it had a Big Idea of pretty large scope. In fact, it's got three of the four MICE elements (Idea, Character, Event), with some things about the Milieu also playing a fairly significant role. In order to organize my thoughts, I basically whiteboarded the thing on a sheet of paper with a pencil, which is something I've never done before.

This process worked so well that I may carry it forward to other projects. It's a lot more free-form than an actual point-by-point outline, and it let my thoughts be organized while keeping them organic and not too organized, if that makes sense. If you haven't tried it, perhaps you should. :)
agilebrit: (Over My Head)
Gyah, yes, I realize I promised pictures. And I will post them. Eventually. I swear. Today has been full of busy-ness, however. I scribbled 1200 words and am now sitting at 13,800, in the Won His Soul story. I outlined the coming events in a somewhat coherent manner as well, so I know how I'm getting to the end from here. I discussed a collaboration with my lovely and effulgent RP Partner for an Actual Fiction Story for submission to Writers of the Future and Other Venues. I gave Ben rabies, which is, for the record, a horrible way to die. You may consider that a warning.

I also went to the bank, and I now have enough money saved up for WorldCon to stay in the hotel and eat. All other money I save will be walking-around cashola. This weekend is CONduit, where the writer Guest of Honor is Tamora Pierce. In a fit of efficiency, I actually bought and read one of her books before meeting her, so I won't be a blithering idiot. The book was "Terrier," and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

So this post isn't a total loss for y'all, I leave you with a photo I shot five minutes from my house, of a Scottish Highland cow and calf:

ExpandHOW CUTE ARE THESE ANIMALS. 1024x768. )
agilebrit: (Tony: Actual Anteaters)
Well, I un-stalled myself on the Won His Soul story this afternoon by the simple expedient of having Kaveh's test be "his best friend is ill" rather than "some random villager we hadn't met yet is ill." And I have now cracked 11,000 words and know what his next test will be, although not how I'll get to it yet.

My job is to put my characters through as much living hell as possible. Oddly, I'm all right with that...

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