Yes, I’m aware of the bad grammar of the title ^_^;
“At the beginning of next month, I’ll see if I can’t get this sucker published in a real magazine.”
Well, it’s the beginning of next month, and indeed, we shall see.
As you may recall, I’ve tried to get a few things published in the past but they all were met with failure. My first attempt was entering my first short story, ‘An Escape from Reality’, in a contest at my college back in late March.
When submitting something, I guess you have to follow the directions exactly or your work’ll end up somewhere far worse than a slush-pile.
-Work can be fiction/non-fiction, any genre, poetry, song lyrics, or an essay. (so … everything? A short story fantasy piece didn’t stand a chance.)
-Submit the work double-spaced and page-numbered, with a title page displaying the author’s name, age, address, and phone number. (Sounds like a school paper assignment, but with a stalker teacher.)
-Author must be a student. (*flashes student id*)
-Original work only. (Great, there goes plan ‘B’….)
-Winner gets 100 dollars. (Big wow, I know. But I didn’t care about the money.)
-Work has to be submitted by April 30th. (I had decided to enter this contest a month before the deadline, so I wrote under a self-imposed deadline for the first time in my life; another good experience. I should also mention I had to actually take time off of work to turn this because the student council office hours suck. :P)
I had read up on the submittal process in a few how-to books, and aside from following the directions to a ‘T’, it talked about being sure you’re completely comfortable with your work. It had to be 100% done. So I edited the crap out of it until I felt it was something I wouldn’t be embarrassed to look at years later. (Unfortunately, I’m a little embarrassed to look at it already from a storytelling standpoint. Maybe I’ll redo it again, someday. But it would need a major plot overhaul.)
Taking a deep breath and submitting something deemed ‘done’ was a huge step for me. It felt good to hand in something I was proud of. For the first time, it made me really feel like a writer, instead of some dude claiming to be a writer. I printed it out on a laser printer, stapled it together, and slipped it under the door (because the student council was watching a movie in there). :/
I never heard back from them. Bastards.
My second attempt was to submit my poem ‘Tangled Visions’ to an e-zine. It probably wasn’t my best poem. In fact, it’s probably the worst of my poems. But I felt it was pretty good, anyway. OK, I’ll admit I’ve actually changed and rewritten it since I’ve submitted it. And now, it reads better. But I wouldn’t have minded seeing it published as it was.
I never heard back from them, either. *sigh*…
So, I decided—right then and there—to hone my writing skills and submit a short story that’ll be so good, editors should seriously have trouble saying, ‘No.’ Well, I think I’ve got that. Of course, I thought I had that before, too. But time will tell.
To be continued…