Sabledrake
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Jan 25, 2002
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So, hey, hi folks. I haven't been posting much lately. Lurking, but not having a lot to say. Been down and depressed and stressing too much.
Short version -- still no word from the publisher who's had my second-latest horror novel for over two years; form letter rejections from 10 agents so far on my latest horror novel; several short stories in anthology limbo or drawing rejections of their own.
This holding pattern with periodic turbulence has demotivated me to the point where I hadn't been able to muster much enthusiasm for writing. Why bother? Even if I finish, it'll be forever-and-a-month before anything happens, etc. Whine, whine, poor me, bitch moan complain.
I was supposed to start a new novel in March. I did make it, though only barely ... I wrote my first couple chapters right before my birthday on the 30th (the fact that 38 feels a hell of a lot closer to 40 than did 37 may have something to contribute to my doldrums).
But, recently, I have been climbing up from the morass of unproductive self-pity. One of the ways I've done this has been to write me some long overdue smut ... I have 2 recent stories up now -- see sig! -- and another to be submitted tomorrow (provided I can decide on a title I like).
Also, I'm pleased to report, my short story "The Reaching Wall" just came out in HORROR BETWEEN THE SHEETS, the first "Best of CthulhuSex Magazine" anthology. That was a much-needed boost, I must say.
And I've lost almost 50 pounds since my surgery in October!!! Still a ways to go, but my health is better, my balance is better, my libido and self-confidence are almost scarily improved, and I'm shrinking out of my clothes. Yay!
Anyway, just wanted to explain my descent into semi-lurkerdom. I will hopefully be around more now.
-- Sabledrake
Short version -- still no word from the publisher who's had my second-latest horror novel for over two years; form letter rejections from 10 agents so far on my latest horror novel; several short stories in anthology limbo or drawing rejections of their own.
This holding pattern with periodic turbulence has demotivated me to the point where I hadn't been able to muster much enthusiasm for writing. Why bother? Even if I finish, it'll be forever-and-a-month before anything happens, etc. Whine, whine, poor me, bitch moan complain.
I was supposed to start a new novel in March. I did make it, though only barely ... I wrote my first couple chapters right before my birthday on the 30th (the fact that 38 feels a hell of a lot closer to 40 than did 37 may have something to contribute to my doldrums).
But, recently, I have been climbing up from the morass of unproductive self-pity. One of the ways I've done this has been to write me some long overdue smut ... I have 2 recent stories up now -- see sig! -- and another to be submitted tomorrow (provided I can decide on a title I like).
Also, I'm pleased to report, my short story "The Reaching Wall" just came out in HORROR BETWEEN THE SHEETS, the first "Best of CthulhuSex Magazine" anthology. That was a much-needed boost, I must say.
And I've lost almost 50 pounds since my surgery in October!!! Still a ways to go, but my health is better, my balance is better, my libido and self-confidence are almost scarily improved, and I'm shrinking out of my clothes. Yay!
Anyway, just wanted to explain my descent into semi-lurkerdom. I will hopefully be around more now.
-- Sabledrake