‘Six Feet Blunder’ Sold to Untied Shoelaces of the Mind!
I would have made this post two days ago, but for the first day I was both too excited and hard at work winning NaNoWriMo (which I won!), and for the second day, my sleep pattern defenestrated itself and I ended up taking a four hour long nap. So, now I have some time free, I’d like to make an announcement.
I have always been wanting to submit to markets. Short story ones, specifically. Being an indie writer means I can write and put up whatever I please, but I thought it would be healthy if I submitted to markets and see if I could get my work past a gatekeeper. Critique groups and beta readers are extremely useful, but when it comes down to brass tacks, nothing is as good as seeing how well you do at market than going to it.
My first ever attempt was in March. We don’t talk about that attempt. Let’s just say that everyone, when starting a job, makes an embarrassing newbie mistake some time down the line. I had that moment. It was a big newbie mistake.
I received a form rejection, and was a little put off on the whole ordeal for a while. A big problem was trying to find a market that liked my silly style. I think that can easily be said for anyone who’s entering the market — even if someone says they write something as accepted as Science Fiction, they still have to go through all the Dystopian Sci-Fi, Steampunk, and so forth markets to find somewhere for their Hard Science Fiction story to go — but I couldn’t help but think that the demand for fun stories was quite low. I was probably being pessimistic.
Anyway. One market I found was called Untied Shoelaces of the Mind, and the first sign that this place was for me was that that they had a dedicated Humour section. I read a few issues and realised that the stories in the Humour parts of each issue were right up my alley. So, I submitted a story to them, eagerly awaiting my rejection so I can go back to the grindstone and kick out some more words. I mean, sometimes I entertained myself with the idea that they’d accept me, but that seemed like a pipe dream. This was my second magazine submission ever. Surely you can’t find success here?
I was very wrong.
I’m still grinning from ear to ear, so I’ll use the rest of this time to say that it’s not up just yet. When it is, I’ll make a post here and link for all to read.
Until then, please hold on to your seats for the final installment of Weapon of Choice, coming Friday!