If Only I Could

Well, first, I would stick an extra Saturday into this weekend, hoping it would give me time to really get things done. But I never use my time well, so it probably wouldn’t be a good idea.

I wish I could blast off into the sort of life I really want. Everyone tells you how hard life will be, but no one can ever seem to say it in a way that prepares you. No matter how well you think you know how it will go, you’re always underprepared.

I have dreams, man. So many dreams. The larger dreams of course have always been there, they don’t change. But sometimes other dreams pop up and they’re sticking. Some of them might not be possible, but others would be…

  • I want to have clear, perfect skin. I already drink plenty of water, but I suppose I could eat even more fresh fruits and vegetables… but yeah. I want to look in the mirror and see my face without constant, strategically placed blemishes.
  • I want to get a nice digital camera to take artsy pictures with. Not for doing real photography. That would require special lenses, and developing equipment, and all sorts of stuff that I don’t think I would be willing to invest in (at least, not any time soon). But if I could just take some good pictures, with a camera that works better than the crappy one in my phone, maybe I could show you what I see.
  • I want to actually sit down and read the Poets and Writers magazines that have stacked up since I started my subscription. I’ve rarely been really into reading magazines, so even though I’m really excited when they arrive, I tend to put them off to the side and then they don’t get read.

I would let it all go, and maybe I could walk into the sunset at the end of the movie, the big confrontation behind me, the bad guy defeated. Ever wonder, at the end of those movies, whether it really ends there and the cowboy can just go about his business in peace, or do you think another old western outlaw will show up before too long?

I would tell you. But I don’t like to think of what might happen…

 

If there was a crystal ball of some kind that could just give me some idea of where certain choices would lead, I would take a look. Sometimes not knowing has a paralyzing effect. I guess the devil you know… you know the rest. Or, rather, the adequacy you know, the good things about now, are not worth giving up for something that might leave you behind square one. Or something like that.

I feel as if I don’t know how to write anymore. I have too many thoughts, and none of them are properly distinguished from one another, so when I try to get them out, other ones come along with it, like trying to pull out a leaf and instead taking the whole vine. And asking for help? Please. Do you know me at all?

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Self-Publishing on FictionPress

The news:

 

I wrote this story a while ago, and started submitting it to online lit magazines. So far, no one’s been interested in publishing it. I would have to submit to many more in order to say I’ve waited patiently, but in this case I’m not worried about that. The story was written months ago and I want people to be able to read it. I doubt I’ll ever do much editing of this particular piece, either. Instead of waiting, I’ve decided to post it on FictionPress.net, a free site for any writing to post any work they want to (within the site’s guidelines).

The story is called September 2042, and my user name, shockingly enough, is Deva Jasheway. Here is the link. Send it to your friends! I would appreciate reviews with specific comments. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Submitting!

I have a story ready for submission to whatever writing contests/publications seem appropriate. I have only one in mind right now, but I would like to submit it to other places.

The story is a semi-futuristic tale – that is, it’s set in the future, but we haven’t gotten to the point of flying cars, A.I., or intergalactic space travel yet – commenting on several things, most importantly certain problems with the world and how most people who know about them don’t really consider it to be their problem. It’s between 1,000 and 2,000 words. All of my feedback from my beta readers has been excellent. They love the story, and I think it’s in the right condition to submit. I would put the story on the blog, but I want to make absolutely sure it won’t be rejected due to being “previously published.”

If, reading this, you can think of a writing contest, online publication, or literary magazine that accepts simultaneous submissions and might consider my story, comment and let me know where to look for them. If you don’t know whether they accept simultaneous submissions, that’s okay – just give me a link to a website. They usually have that information with submission guidelines. I don’t expect much response to this, but if you do relate any info to me I thank in you advance for your help! ^_^

What to Expect

I haven’t been doing much writing lately, although I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about numerous ideas for stories and microfiction pieces. Things have been rather crazy the past few weeks, but they should be far more settled now – so I should be getting more onto the page, instead of having to settle for writing in my head. Once I’ve had a chance to do so, perhaps I will be able to post things like:

A “collection” of microfictions, the title having something to do with Garden.

A story in fantastic imagery from the point of view of a young homeless woman.

More about the Helen of Troy novel.

And, I’m sure, quite a bit more.