Last week was primarily a week of submissions, in that I dispatched a handful of stories for potential publication and am now playing the waiting game to see if any of them pass with flying colours.
The Coyote and Chloe Smells have left home and travelled somewhere deep underground to that secret Editor's Vault, where all lonely and hopeful scripts go under scrutiny for that mysterious and arcane Review Process. Many fail and lie wasted on the immense Heap of Rejectedness; the chosen few end up in The Land of the Published.
I look forward to either a rejection or an acceptance (though obviously, you know which I prefer). I have a tiny pile of rejection notes and that pile is far too small, because it means that I have either not written enough, or I have not been brave enough to send what I have written out into the world. I fear it is more of the latter. No matter how much I tell myself that what has been produced to date is all part of the learning process, actually getting people in the industry to read your work and, if you are lucky, to critique and give feedback, provides the most valuable lessons of all.
The upshot of this though is that the podcast will suffer. The thing about sending fiction out for review is that you have to wait for feedback to arrive. It took six months for my last script to get rejected. The places I have sent the latest batch say about a month is average, and until then, I cannot use them for the 'cast. Ms. K. is busy recording three at present, but it will take time before I can put them online.
So the podcast is officially downgraded from 'monthly' to 'irregular'. Which probably means months will pass and then I'll have half a dozen ready to go all at once.
But light of day they shall ultimately see, in one form or another.
