The Pyrenees---Southern France

The Pyrenees---Southern France

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Armed with Ammo

       Last night I was dry as a bone. I was experiencing a creative drought. Not a drop of inspiration, and no clouds in sight.

        However, I did find a possible market to submit to. They're looking for humorous pieces, but since I'm unfamiliar with their magazine, I'm going to check them out at the book store this evening.

       Lately I've been writing more serious pieces (for Chicken Soup) and when I share them at our WWWP critique get-togethers (Wild Women Wielding Pens), I get petrified. All four are completely silent. Linda makes odd faces as she scrawls paragraphs of helpful suggestions on my draft. Beth is (in her head) choosing the next rollickingly-funny tale she can tell, as she is simultaneously offering some alternatives to my dead-in-the-ditch parts. Lynn is trying to discover a kind way to note "This ending sucks," and Tammy is frantically alternating between making GB corrections (she is our resident Grammar B and is brilliant at it) and making me feel validated.


photo by vinc-

       Sharing funny pieces is easier on my nerves. At times (hopefully) they laugh or smile. There is some sort of reaction as they read my piece. It's not so silent that I can hear my mustache hair growing...At least it's not supposed to be that quiet.

       I am keeping my fingers crossed that 1) they take the kind of stuff I dish out and 2) an idea hits me like a lightning bolt.

       Critique night is less than a week away, and I need a piece of fudge writing...

         

6 comments:

  1. I guess you and I had the same night! I was thinking so hard and getting nothing, so I finally pulled out my market guide for children's magazines and started working my through. It helped. Now I feel like I have a few options to look into next time I get stuck on my book. AND I have a Chicken Soup to take to my next critique meeting that I'm a little nervous about, too! It's nice to know I'm in such good company!

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  2. Kind of makes you wish you'd gotten your head stuck in the faculty bathroom sink, huh?

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  3. Awww, you know you are an excellent story teller and all that grimacing could be gas :)

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  4. I am SOOO with you on the fudge . . . er, writing. One good thing about critique groups--if I ever had the inclination to fall in love with my own words, the Inklets have disabused me of that notion in a hurry. They are kind and complimentary---and honest! When I've got it right they let me know. They also have no trouble adding the "but . . ." to point out inconsistencies or places where I've gone off the deep end. LOL God bless 'em. I'm a better writer for their kind input. I think, Sioux, that you and I are most fortunate with our respective critique groups. :)

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  5. Pass some inspiration please. And fudge. Or leftover coconut chocolate egg. And Pepsi.
    Love that pic you posted there!

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  6. Sioux, both your humorous and serious writing are both great - whataya worried about? I think Linda is right, it's probably gas. You would have to mention fudge.

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