Tuesday, May 17th, 2005 • 3 Comments on Embarrassment of Riches Bylines
I have eleven short stories coming out in seven anthologies in the next seven months. I’ve had a run of sales recently—and two more today. It’s really nice to be selling steadily, if a little overwhelming. My backlog, which usually has at least six or seven short stories languishing without a home, is currently empty. Everything is either sold or under consideration (in addition to the eleven stories sold, I have another twelve making the rounds). I’m not bragging. Seeing that empty file folder scares me. A lot.
I’m starting to think the only thing worse than rejection is acceptance. I feel like I need to be pushing myself harder, creating bigger challenges, writing more, more, MORE. Rejection has a way of keeping me humble and critical of my writing. Success just freaks me out. What is wrong with these editors that they want my stuff?
Yeah, that’s the way I think. Please don’t suggest therapy, I’m afraid it wouldn’t help. I need to ride the wave while I can, because it’s only a matter of time before the tide turns and I’m lamenting my inability to sell anything to anyone.
In the meantime, I think I’m going to go write something.