Day Twelve: Done. 1,024 words.
Today, I received three story rejections. Three rejections from three journals, all within about five hours. Three different stories, each one rejected.
Not a great day.
Not the kind of day that makes a person say, “Gee, I feel like writing a thousand words about something.” More like the kind of day where you just want to pour more wine and binge-watch something mindless until sleep claims you.
But I wrote anyway. Even though somebody on Duotrope posted a rejection for a journal where I have a submission pending, and their story went in four days before mine, and I’ve wondered ever since if I’m going to have a fourth rejection before bedtime, I wrote my thousand words.
Best part was that it was an actual substantive addition to my novel. It’s not a complete scene—after all, I need to have somewhere to pick up tomorrow—but it’s not just rambling for the sake of satisfying my word count. It’s interesting, it’s meaty, it has potential to be important to the book. It’s real writing.
Turned out to be a decent day after all.