I’m very excited about this. While at dinner today, after announcing the new blog, my friends scoffed. Blogging may have a bad name, but Phillip and I will change that. Well, perhaps that’s a little too ambitious, but I think that chronicling our successes and failures (we’re bound to face the ladder more often than the former) as new writers will be interesting.
Currently, I have my short story “Runner” out at many journals, lots of which I failed to record while sending them out. Every once and a while (at least twice a week), I decide the most important thing in the world is for me to be a published author and I send out subs like mad to any magazine I can find, regardless of whether I’ve read the mag or not.
Magazines that have rejected “Runner”:
Subtropics, Narrative, Dark Sky Magazine
Rejection of the week:
Epiphany (they passed me up for a playlet from the guy who wrote Hairspray, among other hot-to-trot up and comers).
Magazines still thinking “Runner” over (that I can remember, anyway):
Glimmer Train, RKVRY, 13th Warrior, 34th Parallel, 94 Creations, Annalemma, The Aroostook Review
Where my work has been accepted and or published:
Prairie Margins (a horribly amateur story called “Lumberjack Secrets”), Equinox (“Runner”)
Current stories:
A guy with a friend who has a neck tattoo.
An old woman who cares for a pregnant waitress more than her husband with Alzheimer’s.
A five year old girl whose mother ditches her on her birthday.
Hopefully, the bottom two will be a series of interconnected short stories.
Currently Reading:
Trailerpark by Russell Banks.
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Justin! Way to update! Phillip said you had a list, send it to me. Old, pregnant, and Alzheimers infected?! That story has it all. I like the neck tattoo one as well, I think it sound sjust simple enough to be great.
ReplyDelete'Playlet' is like 'novelette'. It's insulting. AND
ReplyDeleteI think this is a neat-o idea. It's exposure. There is a pair of poets working in NYC right now. They were known as the homeless guys. They had jobs with cubicles and break rooms and the whole nine, but the quit for poetry. They began living on the street, and they became volunteer vagabonds for the sake of an image to go along with their guttural verse. The blogging storytellers is not as drastic, but I hope it is just as effective.