Friday, January 26, 2007
In the last month several people have said: "You're not published? I can't believe you're not published." At least three comments in my last post contained that line. I nodded to myself and felt this uneasiness ride over me, this weariness.
So, why am I not currently published? Well to be honest, I have been. As a writer/editor for a now defunct weekly newspaper in Detroit, and as a movie critic/interviewer for a now defunct cable magazine.
I've also been published online in the now defunct "Zuzu's Petals", "Alternate Realities", and "Shadowfeast". Also, there's been one anthology (through "Shadowfeast") and the now defunct print magazine "Sinisteria". You notice the word that characterizes all those publications? Defunct.
Do these outlets count as being published? Especially with the last one being over two years ago? No. Not really. Not in my book. Not really in your's.
I blame myself . I haven't been diligent about submitting my work. I haven't worked hard enough to market myself. It's only been in the last six months that my novel: "Palpable Illusion" has started to be shopped around to agents. And even now, I am putting that on hold to make some final edits to that novel (probably I'll have it done by April).
I've set a goal to submit at least one hundred times this year to paying markets, online and otherwise. If my expectations hold true, I should sell about fifteen short stories. Maybe.
It drives a person to ask: is it worth it?
I should have run for public office.