momebie: (Batgirl doodles)
I have, in rough estimate, written about 125,000 words this year. I'm going to end the year well short of my goal of 200,000 words and not having finished the one thing I wanted to have finished this year. That said, I don't think it's a failure.

I spent much of the first half of the year frozen and freaking out about a thing I shouldn't have been freaking out about. I'm pretty sure it's not going to be published, since I haven't heard back on it. That's not the reason I shouldn't have been freaking out about it. I shouldn't have been freaking out about it because it wasn't something to freak out about. And I think my freaking out is part of why it turned out the awkward way it did. I don't know why I get so caught up in my head about my writing and what other people want and what I think I can or can't do. I'd probably be a thousand times better off if I just ignored the rest of the world and wrote what made me happy. (Captain America cyberpunk-Last Unicorn AU, HERE I COME!)

ANYWAY. July happened. I had already moved and gotten the hard part of that out of the way. I finished and submitted that thing of which we will not speak. And I submitted a poem to a magazine call. That's really where the momentum took off. I got a rejection on the poem, but they also left a note listing three other publications to submit it to who they thought might take it, which is promising and probably part of why I've had the confidence to continue pursuing poetry, most fervently here at the end of the year. Out of three poems submitted to anything ever I've had two acceptances (one published online and one published in print) and one personal rejection. That's not terrible odds.

I still don't feel like I can call myself a poet, but I also don't feel embarrassed anymore to say that I write poetry. Progress all around, really. I'm currently getting help with a chapbook of queer fairy tale poems I'm going to submit to a contest in January. I still want to finish off the Sorry About the Robots chapbook and submit/publish that.

On the prose side it's been more about progress than completion, which I suppose is good in the long run, but it doesn't make me feel very accomplished. I had a breakthrough on Burst in the form of deciding to make it an all lady circus. I had a breakthrough on Dickhead Angels about the central conflict so that it's no longer just two dudes road tripping around the US ramping up sexual tension for no discernable reason. I wrote a fairy tale, which I should probably revisit to flesh out. I have had no breakthrough on Volunteer Vampires, which is what I told [ profile] theemdash I'd send her a draft of by the end of the year. I am still going to try to rewrite the WWII AU in the BDESFN universe to send to by the end of the year so I don't owe her $50. (Because real talk, I do not have $50.) And I think a lot about Dupe City, so I want to try and get something under my feet on that one in the new year.

Which brings me to the public service announcement portion of my talk:

GetYourWordsOut: Year Seven!
Pledges & Requirements |

DO YOU ENJOY WRITING? DO YOU LIKE TRACKING WORD COUNTS AND BEING HELD ACCOUNTABLE? THEN [ profile] getyourwordsout IS THE COMMUNITY FOR YOU. Going into its seventh year, the GYWO community is stronger than ever. We're trying out new things and getting people more involved. I'm running the community Tumblr. There are regular discussions and help posts and opportunities to share what you're working on. I can absolutely say that having the community around has helped me to get more done when I was feeling stuck. I highly recommend it to all you writerly types on my list, of which there are many.

So, all that said, it's time to think forward. I don't have a plan for the new year (though I'll work one out soon enough), but I do have a wish list of sorts. It looks like this.
  • Complete Sorry About the Robots. Figure out if I can submit it or if I should self-pub it.
  • Submit a poem for possible publication at least once a month.
  • Complete a draft of Burst.
  • Complete a draft of Volunteer Vampires.
  • Make headway on Dupe City.
  • Make headway on Dickhead Angels.
  • Continue to think about the BDESFN and do absolutely nothing about it.
  • Look at fairy tale and decide if it could be a YA novel.
  • Continue to come up with ludicrous ideas for future stories.

I think I'll have my hands full in 2015 in the best possible way.

What about you? How have you done this year? What are your goals for the next? Will you be joining the fun at GYWO?
momebie: (Bucky Barnes Smile)
I'm gonna respond to comments, I swear to god. I will do it tonight. It's just been a no-fly zone around here over the last week. [HORRIFYING TMI TIME!] I had an ovarian cyst burst Thursday night and the pain knocked me on my ass. Then when I went to the doctor he gave me drugs that knocked me on my ass twice, because apparently Percocet and I do not get along. I would rather be sobbing in pain than have the nausea I had for four days over the weekend. Bleh. Lesson learned.

Anyway, I'm making this post now when I should be sorting out my PMP, because it's become impossible for me to focus on anything else while I'm trying to work through this story. I have lots of questions and none of them are rhetorical and I seem to just be chasing my tail mentally so I thought I might lob them out here and see if anyone's willing to discuss some of this with me. I sometimes just need someone to ask the right question to get me back on track.

First, to get you in the mood, a bit of dialogue that will most certainly not make it in, but that amused the shit out of me. Isn't it great that I at least amuse myself? Ah, I will never feel unwanted as long as that's the case.
"Neutron star?"

The waves of energy roiled around Eli, shimmering gold and warping his field of vision. Grant looked like a mirage being cast from a thousand yards away in the desert, his lines wavering and glitching. His feet didn’t look like they were touching the ground. It’s entirely possible they weren’t. “The collapse was a bitch, and so was that savior of yours.”

"No, seriously," Grant said. He cocked his head and crossed his arms. His jaw clenched and unclenched a few times. Eli knew him well enough to know Grant was holding back laughter. "You’re saying she turned you into a neut."

"I got better," Eli said dryly.

Click here for waffling about superhero tropes and transgender/gender fluid issues and narrative weight. No, please, really, I'm most concerned about this gender fluid thing and I want to do it thoughtfully if I can do it at all. )

Does that all make sense? Is there a problem with the general premise that I really need to fix before I can make sure the gender stuff comes across okay? I had this idea a week ago and I've just been banging my head against it the whole time. Which isn't really different from the way I usually approach projects. I was trying to explain this to Em at lunch and she just made this face and told me I had really complicated thoughts. Which is true, but that's because my brain makes me work my way around the block before it will let me see a possible connection that I was standing EXACTLY OPPOSITE FROM when I started. All writing is like this for me. Hell, all living is like this for me. It's a wonder I get out of bed.



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