August 24, 1999

Frustration

I spent most of today wandering through different websites for different literary markets. Not terribly exciting reading, but I have to admit, it did get my hopes up. So many different magazines, surely one of them will want to publish me! I did decide on two distinct possibilities, and tomorrow two freshly-printed, edited-to-death versions of "At the Ocean's Edge" will be sent out. (As a side note, the Magic Eight Ball says that Amelia will be the one to buy it. So we'll see. ;))

There I go, writing for my readers again. On journals-l, an email list I'm on, the question came up "What do you think your readers like about your journal?" James' response was that the Magic Eight Ball link kicked ass. So, it's back by popular demand. No, not really. I really did ask who would publish my story.

I finally started writing a new one on Friday, but yesterday I came back and decided that everything I'd written on it, except for the last paragraph, had to go. That hurt. In fact, it made me pretty darn frustrated with the whole process.

In fact, there are a lot of things I'm greatly frustrated about today.

  1. My apparent inability to stay focused on anything long enough to finish it (stories, journal entries, email, work).
  2. Miscommunication in my spiritual/religious circle. I have no idea how to address this, but it's making me nutsy today.
  3. Miscommunication at work. Messages aren't getting passed along and I'm getting yelled at for things I have no way of knowing, because no one told me.
  4. I'm very close to quitting staff on Emerald Dreams. Again.
  5. The Banal One is still here (and at this point, it's 6 pm). GO HOME!
  6. My wrist STILL hurts.
  7. I'm whining again.
  8. AND the phones won't stop ringing.
You get the idea. It's felt much more like a Monday than a Tuesday. I'm trying to figure out what super-cool-neato thing I can do for myself tonight to drive away the icky stressness that is today. One thing's for sure: writing this cover letter for Amelia isn't it. Then again, avoiding writing said cover letter (which I'm doing, quite handily) isn't it either. Okay Lisa, they can't buy it if you don't submit it. Off I go, to figure out how to write this darn thing.

Oh. Today's one of those days where I feel really good, just for getting a journal entry up. Posted by Lisa at August 24, 1999 04:24 PM

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