I submitted my latest short story the other week (to non UK people “the other week” can mean anything up to ten years ago), and it felt…well, kind of anticlimactic. I even managed to stop hitting refresh on my emails after a day or so whilst waiting for a reply. The response will arrive when it arrives. If it’s a no, I can always bung it somewhere else for consideration.
Then I had a couple of weeks of nothingness. It felt as if I’d submitted my last homework assignment and now I was free! But this isn’t an assignment, or a chore. This is what I want to do. Still the ‘rest’ was nice.
Today I started a new short – an idea that was flashing around my brain and should be a decent fit for another antho I’ve got my eye on. Maybe it will work, maybe it won’t, but hell did it feel good to start writing! I knocked up a Shunn style document and typed out the first paragraph of my story, and…
…happy sigh. I felt like I was taking a drag on a cigarette after a year of cold turkey.
Bum in seat, hands on keyboard, write.