End of term report
Last year I moved the recording of my story submissions onto the Submissions Grinder, so it's dead easy to tell you that in 2017 I:
made 213 submissions ofaround 45 short stories and flash fiction,including seven new stories,to around 85 publishers and publications, garneringfour acceptances, and173 rejections.And it doesn't take Professor Hawking to conclude that 37 pieces are still out there, elbowing their way up the slush piles. Hopefully.
The four acceptances:
Product Recall, in Flash Fiction Online (which probably brings the acceptance score down to three and a half, as I half-credited it last year as re-writes had been requested);The Trouble with Vacations, podcast in the Overcast;They Have Been to a Great Feast of Languages, and Stol'n the Scraps, in Daily Science Fiction; andStorm Warning, yet to appear in Tales of Ruma
On the subject of stories yet to appear, the second outing for Litterpicking on the Moon in Indie Authors Press' Chronos Chronicles is now due in the next month or two. Hope nobody's been holding their breath.
So that's a first podcast sale, a second reprint sale, and repeat business with Daily Science Fiction. Two sales at professional SFWA rates, albeit for flash fiction. I'm as determined as ever to write something that'll make it to the hallowed ground of Clarkesworld, F&SF or Asimov's. This year, this year...
Otherwise, I had the tantalising possibility of dressing like a penguin in the heat of Los Angeles dangled before me before being snatched away, as a losing finalist in Ron L Hubbard's Writers of the Future competition. I also scored an honourable mention later in the year. (And, yes, I have carefully read the entry criteria, and I'm still amateur enough to qualify).
Of course, the real victory was the publication of my first novel, 2084 by Double Dragon Publishing. This was sold in 2016; I had hoped to follow it up with a second novel sale, and the drafting of a third novel, but neither happened in 2017, even though my YA sci-fi adventure remains 'selected out of the slush pile for closer examination' by a major and well-respected SF publisher.
And, naturally, I'm still awaiting that kill fee from Carrie Cuinn at Lakeside Circus. 'Nuff said.
made 213 submissions ofaround 45 short stories and flash fiction,including seven new stories,to around 85 publishers and publications, garneringfour acceptances, and173 rejections.And it doesn't take Professor Hawking to conclude that 37 pieces are still out there, elbowing their way up the slush piles. Hopefully.
The four acceptances:
Product Recall, in Flash Fiction Online (which probably brings the acceptance score down to three and a half, as I half-credited it last year as re-writes had been requested);The Trouble with Vacations, podcast in the Overcast;They Have Been to a Great Feast of Languages, and Stol'n the Scraps, in Daily Science Fiction; andStorm Warning, yet to appear in Tales of Ruma
On the subject of stories yet to appear, the second outing for Litterpicking on the Moon in Indie Authors Press' Chronos Chronicles is now due in the next month or two. Hope nobody's been holding their breath.
So that's a first podcast sale, a second reprint sale, and repeat business with Daily Science Fiction. Two sales at professional SFWA rates, albeit for flash fiction. I'm as determined as ever to write something that'll make it to the hallowed ground of Clarkesworld, F&SF or Asimov's. This year, this year...
Otherwise, I had the tantalising possibility of dressing like a penguin in the heat of Los Angeles dangled before me before being snatched away, as a losing finalist in Ron L Hubbard's Writers of the Future competition. I also scored an honourable mention later in the year. (And, yes, I have carefully read the entry criteria, and I'm still amateur enough to qualify).
Of course, the real victory was the publication of my first novel, 2084 by Double Dragon Publishing. This was sold in 2016; I had hoped to follow it up with a second novel sale, and the drafting of a third novel, but neither happened in 2017, even though my YA sci-fi adventure remains 'selected out of the slush pile for closer examination' by a major and well-respected SF publisher.
And, naturally, I'm still awaiting that kill fee from Carrie Cuinn at Lakeside Circus. 'Nuff said.
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