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Ah. There we go.
So, it's been awhile for this blog. A whole year in fact, until a few weeks ago when I made a post about how the little story that could ("The Two Out of Three Rule") finally, in fact, did. (Get published, that is.)
And I followed that up with another post about another publication, "The Farmgirl and the Kitsune," which was released shortly after that.
So I thought I'd take a little time to check in and update just how things are going overall with my writing hobby/slowly-morphing-into-a-career (or-at-least-side-income).
Because there has been movement on that front. A nice amount of movement, at least when I think of the doldrums that occurred during my decade in Chicago.
A large part of that, I think, is due to my move to Seattle.
Shortly after relocating here, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Seattle is... well if not the Mecca for science fiction writers, then a thriving epicenter, a community of speculative fiction writers I could only have dreamed about while living in Chicago. Don't get me wrong; I like the Windy City, but Seattle mops the floor with Chicago when it comes to sf/f writing opportunities. (Not that Chicago is totally bereft, however! I still remember being briefly introduced to Audrey Niffennegger at a GBF party.)
In quantifiable terms, since my move to Seattle in the last three years, I've:
-joined two writing critique groups
-made two pro short story sales
-made two semi-pro short story sales
-finished the first draft of a book
-also finished the second, third, fourth, and fifth drafts of that same book
-submitted my book to agents for the first time
-become an affiliate member of SFWA (the Science Fiction Writers of America)
The funny thing is, Chicago-me would have been ecstatic with these accomplishments; wouldn't have believed they were possible, in fact. Yet one of the side effects of having numerous Seattle acquaintances with successful writing careers is realizing just how far I still have to go. I'm not at all disheartened by this, but it helps to keep things in perspective.
As professional writers go, I'm still in the pupal stage of development: almost, but not quite ready to break out of my cocoon.
(Which, when I emerge, will make me either a beautiful butterfly or some sort of hybrid monster from a Japanese film? I'm not quite sure how the metaphor works at that point.)
In truth, I sort of like that I know there's still a long ways to go. Now that I'm moving forward, I'm actually excited to see what's waiting around the next bend in the road.
And, so far, the journey has been incredibly fulfilling.