KCKinny

Thanks for the Daily Deviation on "What Home Is"! I didn't log in for a couple of weeks and only saw the DD today -- sorry for missing the invites and the boat, so to speak. I appreciate the occasional acknowledgement of these flash fics. They're usually not popular during Flash Fiction Month.

Thanks again!

I still write. I've printed off 81 pages of my first script for the first-draft edit (not posted on dA or anywhere), and here I am doing Flash Fiction Month again. Gosh, I better try to sell some of this at some point to make it all worth something.

Advise me here, peeps. Should I take down my best stories (that have less than 100 views, because "The Well Beast and I" certainly wouldn't be ethical to shop at 3000 views) and try to shop them to writing magazines?

I want to start DOING something with my writing, but professional magazines have this pesky need to be the first one who publishes a story. Therefore, a story which had maybe 50 views (ten of which probably came from me editing it) on dA would likely be disqualified.

I'd be losing the Favorites and all, and no one wants a gallery full of mediocre writing...

What do you think?

Should I just give up on the better stuff I've already written and try to write only new material from scratch?

Oh-kay, I did Flash Fiction Month even though I finished it 21 days past the deadline due to travel in July.

I shall grant myself a high-five and rethink my life choices.

You ever feel like you're always preparing for something? Always preparing, but never good enough? Gathered so much knowledge, but taken little action?

I think I need to either quit writing altogether or start submitting to publishers. I can't keep living in the shadow of my own life.

(Also, I got thrown out of my place of study for two weeks' quarantine because someone from out of town hugged me for all of two seconds. I am ALL out of sorts about it and not quite sure what do with myself right now.)

Guys, I've been able to write two short stories a day to catch up on Flash Fiction Month because I've got waaaay too much time right now. Just sitting around in motels with gross floors, questionable sheets, and drug addicts lurking about. No more cheap motels man, I am putting my boot down on this. It is not worth it to pay $50 for a night if it means I have to walk around armed and use a sleeping bag on the motel bed because the blanket had a lot of suspicious smudges all over it. Don't even get me started on the shower, because whoa.

Also, I have a travel tip for you: Always check the clock alarm in your motel room. Because twice now, in totally different places, in completely different parts on the country, only one night apart, I've had the motel alarm go off at midnight. MIDNIGHT. And this motel room, with the windows at ground level and the drug addicts and the gnarly lack of cleaning, tried to pull the same trick on me.

Not this time, Alarm Clock Satan. Not this time.