Writer Reindeer Games with Jazz Hands
January 4, 2010 § 26 Comments
Writing is fun. I’ll tell you something that’s doubly fun: competitive writing. Take four writer friends, give them a mutual theme to write on, a deadline, a submission market, and a high stakes youtube sacrifice.
Mercedes Who I really view as a kindred. I love her dearly. She’s a girl’s girl, sweet with teeth, and ball gowns. Don’t let those doll baby eyes fool you. She can throw down with her whimsical horror.
We’ll be writing in the SciFi/Fantasy genre. “The first contact of two species with a mutual attraction betwixt them.”
(The theme was aptly provided by an impartial 5th party, and mutual friend to all, Boudreau Freret. He is deliciously clever but don’t take my word for it. Read what other people (he did not pay) have to say about him. No, seriously, awesome guy, great writer, and you’re a fool if you don’t check him out. A fool, I say. And he has the gift of prophesy.)
February 1, 2010
The winner is the first person to be published. We will all submit on the same day and await judgment. Those who do not win (the losers) will take video of themselves performing a song selected by the winner. And they have to incorporate Jazz Hands, which are not to be confused with Spirit Fingers. These classy performances will be posted on the winner’s blog as well as Mercedes’, Jason’s, and Don’s…uh…I mean the loser’s blogs.
On a personal note, this will be good for me. I’ve written around 20 short stories and 60k words of a manuscript and my biggest struggle has been the actual act of submitting the short stories. I spit them out, tweak, finesse, and polish, but when it comes to sending them to a market for acceptance or rejection, I choke.
The process of writing and cradling my literary young brings me incredible satisfaction, but being published (which I haven’t been) would be an entirely different story. I’ve submitted one short that’s been rejected three times from varying markets. I believe in it (as well as others) but cannot bring myself to send it out again.
Don told me before submitting it the first time, “Your first rejection is like your first drink of Everclear. You stop caring after the first one.”
While this is a great line, it hasn’t been true for me. I really feel like I’m going to vomit every time I submit. I need to get over it and this is the perfect way to do it.
The submission experience has been one of the scariest I’ve ever encountered, I love singing karaoke. Love it. Yes, I get nervous and my voice cracks as a result, but when I miss a high note I make a cute face and keep going. Why does submitting my written work scare the heeby jeebies out of me while karaoke is no big deal? I don’t want to be a singer. I don’t care if I sound bad. Writing? It’s my dream. So I’m thankful to this group of writers for getting me over this submission phobia. Maybe I’ll always feel like throwing up, but it’s something I need to get accustomed to. Do any of you have this problem?