A Little Bit of Writing

I did just a little bit of writing today, but that little bit was enough to make me feel like I’d accomplished something. I’ve been going back and forth all week about whether or not I should continue to pursue the revision of my short stories, seeing as I’ve become much more passionately involved in my novel. In the end, I came up with what I hope will be a fantastic new twist on a short story I’d been working for two years, and I set to work on it.

I think this the wisest path for a number of reasons. Chief among them is the idea that has been consistently passed on to me, that novelists need agents and that agents find prospective clients by looking in literary magazines for good short stories. That is, you almost always need to have published a few short stories in order to get noticed, and only then will you have a decent shot at pitching your novel.

This may be hogwash, but I’ve heard this from authors as well as magazine editors, so this is the plan I’m going for.

Other than the writing, I accomplished next to nothing over the course of the day. Stef and I did the grocery shopping and I read a bit more of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, the second book in the series, and I had a phone conversation with my brother, John.

Oh, and I tried watching the Sox for a while but they were losing and I thought they might do better if I stopped watching. Unfortunately, that didn’t work.