I’ve been fighting writers block (or not) for most of my adult life. I’ve been writing fiction since I was a child. I collected a bunch of rejection slips from various editors over the ’70s, so I stopped writing. I “relapsed” into writing a little in the late ’80s and early ’90s, got a few more rejection slips, but sold one story, “Muse of Fire,” to Midnight Zoo, a semi-prozine, back in 1993.
And then, I pretty much stopped writing fiction. When I returned to college a few years ago, I finished my English Writing degree, and was lucky enough to have one really good English teacher (Chuck Kinder) at the end of my senior year. He was very supportive. But, when I was unemployed after college and had lots of time to write, I really didn’t write all that much. I submitted my best story to Asimov’s, but it seems to have gotten lost in the slush pile because I never heard back.
A few weeks ago, in the midst of lots of stress, I found myself thinking of a mainstream story I’d started during my return to college. I’ve been working on it pretty steadily, and while it’s going off in some directions I hadn’t planned, I’m still writing. I seem to do my best work on the bus – I actually outlined the rest of the novel over the last two days, and have written about 10,000 words over the last month. I seem to be doing my best writing when I have no time left to be writing!
Then, today, I found a story I’d written about 10 years ago, a companion piece to “Muse of Fire,” has just been accepted by Triangulation, a little fiction journal edited for our local SF club. Diane Turnshek says she has rejected a number of stories, and is really pleased with the ones she’s accepted.
So I guess it’s time to dust off that other story and resubmit it to Asimov’s…