I have successfully written a brand new short story that I don’t (yet) think is entirely horrible. It’s science fiction but it could be fantasy.
But I have not yet overcome submitaphobia. That’s okay. My goal is to, over six weeks, write and submit three stories. I haven’t failed yet.
Right now, I think I am entering the cycle of wallowing in the abyss of my own suckitude. Not as a writer, no. As a functioning adult-type human being. I mean, honestly. There are people out there with real problems they are dealing with, and what is my damage? Oh, poor me. I lack the courage to have my prose rejected by editors. Talk about prima donna drama queen first world problems. Sheesh.
Does this sort of self-flagellating internal dialog give me that courage? Well, what do you think?
(No. The answer is no. Actually, self-flagellation is just another form of self-induced paralysis. It’s like, you let yourself off the hook for doing what you need to do but it’s okay because you feel really bad about it.)
I am currently working on breaking things down into their component parts better. I think one of my issues is that I take the whole submitting process and turn it into a Clean ALL the things! moment. So I have thoughts like, "I simply can’t contact any more potential agents until I’ve improved my website! They will visit the website and think I’m a doof!" And I haven’t sent Mr.
These processes always seem to make sense when I’m right in the middle of them, but right now, thinking about them in the abstract, it’s super obvious they are a stalling/avoidance tactic.
I think I need to try to work on the whole concept of picking out the NEXT thing I have to do and then doing that without getting too far ahead of myself.
The NEXT thing I have to do: pick a place to send the recently completed story.