Monday, January 31, 2011

When the angels don't sing

After a reasonably productive week of tweaking two of my short stories and sending them into submission land, I'm gearing up to get the next two ready to go. Seems I've gotten a bit lax with my submission juggling. More like I dropped all the balls and let them gather a warm coat of dust.

In wandering over one of these dusty short stories, I discovered that it just didn't quite click for me. Something isn't quite there yet. It's been through a brief round of critiquing and it was sent out into the wide world twice, but found its way back home. Darn you, trail of bread crumbs!

I like this story. It was something different for me, as I tend to write more male pov and its one of my very few fantasy shorts. I've edited, revised, tweaked, reread ten times but that certain angels singing 'Yes, this is it!' feeling I get when I'm ready to send a story out is eluding me. I'm hoping my wonderful critique group can point me in the right direction.

Children of the Leaves - When Hemina's body and her tree dwelling people are attacked by a God in need of a phsyical form, she finds that her Goddess is missing and someone has to take up the slack.


  1. Ah! I remember that story! It's good! Sub! Sub! :-)

  2. I'm working on it. :) I changed a few things after you critiqued it and sent it out, let it rest, sent it out, revised it, and then well, it's been resting. Suggestions on the last couple shorts have been excellent and have really helped shine them up so I'm hoping something this round will trigger that ah-ha moment again.

  3. Thanks for the heads-up, Jean. Found it on CC, now duly bookmarked for shredding...*ahem*... constructive critiquing.

  4. Can't wait to see what you have to say, Ian. Thanks!

  5. I'll bookmark it, too, and we'll see what I can find to say. ;)

  6. I know what you mean when you say you either do/don't hear the angels singing. When something is ready for sub, you just know. I wish it was more scientific than that. Thank god for crit partners.


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