Posts Tagged ‘submitting work’

Normal service is resumed – sort of

August 4, 2016 4 comments


A month ago I started a new job.  The first salaried employment I’ve had for years – and the first full-time (paying) job I’ve had in even longer.  So things have been a bit different round here for the last few weeks.

But I’m still a writer.  I may have less time to write now – a LOT less time – but I’m still writing.  Because I can’t stop myself.  Because it’s such a bit part of me.  Because the words and the ideas just keep on coming.

And tonight I’ve sent off my first submission in a while.

So, normal writerly service is resumed.  Now excuse me, I have a synopsis to polish up.


The terror of submitting work

December 4, 2015 2 comments

Submitting work is like sending my only child out into a wolf-infested forest. In the dark.  Without a torch.

All right, so I’m exaggerating – but not that much.  When I send out a novel or a story, I’ve put so much into it.  It’s so much more than words on a page.  It’s part of me.  There’s so much tension between wanting it to be out there in the big bad world and fearing for its very life.  When I drop that brown envelope in the post box, or, more often these days, hit the send button on an email, my heart is in my mouth.  What happens to my story matters to me so much.

Sadly, it doesn’t matter to anyone else that much.  In fact, indifference is often the outcome of a submission.  So often I don’t hear anything back, not even a one-line form email rejection.  If I don’t hear back straight away, then it’s a good sign – it might mean that my submission is being considered. (After all, each time it took months for the work I have had published so far to be accepted.) But as the days stretch to weeks and then months, slowly I have to accept that this time I’m not going to get a response at all.  And that no response just means no.

But I keep on submitting because in my best days, I believe in the strength of my writing.  I believe it’s tough enough to survive the wolves and come out on the other side of the forest and into full view, where, if I’m lucky, the sun will be shining.

Heart in my mouth time

September 13, 2011 Leave a comment

I’ve just sent off a story to a national competition, after putting it off for weeks.  That got my wondering exactly what my problem is with entering competitions or submitting work.  I actually submit very little of what I write.  What is it that’s stopping me? I think it’s largely fear – fear of putting my work under scrutiny (which is really the same as putting myself under scrutiny!), fear of rejection, fear that people might be sniggering at me behind their hands, fear that they might be thinking “How dare she!  Who does she think she is!”

How ridiculous it seems when I put it down in words.  After all, what do I really have to lose?  Largely I’m submitting work to people who don’t know me, people I am unlikely ever to meet.  Why should I care if they sneer?  The most I have to lose is the time spent getting a piece ready for submission and the cost of the postage – and the competition I’ve just entered allowed email submissions, so I haven’t even lost the price of a stamp!

Every year I tell myself I should submit more, and every year I find lots of excuses not to.  Maybe this will be the year I finally pull my writerly socks up.  I’ve got three submissions out at the moment – now, what else have I got that’s ready to go out in search of a home?