There are no prizes for anyone who can guess the correlation between the timing of my last post (just before the end of January), and the end of my alcohol abstinence (at the end of January). I have been celebrating the end of this period of hell, and have very much enjoyed doing so. So now the fuss has died down, I intend to maintain sensible drinking levels from now on and as such resume the life of healthy living and story writing.
January was a productive month as I completed three short stories (7,500 words, 3,500 words and 1,000 words), and sent them all off for submission. I’ve had some more rejections and have re-submitted elsewhere, some to magazines accepting simultaneous submissions, so I have five responses that I’m currently waiting on. In the meantime, I’ve been downloading and reading many of the publications that I’ve submitted to, or am considering submitting to.
I have to say, I’m overwhelmed by the amount of short stories featured in these magazines that are written in the first person. It’s got to be around 90% of the stories I’ve come across. Should this surprise me as much as it does? I know all of the flash fiction I’ve posted on this blog are in the first person, which I do that because I find it to be a quick way of smashing out a few words – all of my longer works are in the third. When it comes to reading, I enjoy a first person narrative as much as the next chap, every now and then – I recently read Graeme Cameron’s Normal, which I enjoyed, and got bought The Martian for Christmas which I’m looking forward to reading, so maybe I should jump on the bandwagon?
Maybe not. Sounds like an advert for a vacuum cleaner. I’ll stick to what I know and enjoy writing – so it’s time to get my bleak hat on, take out the dark pen, lock the doors and scribble me some misery. Or perhaps this time I’ll do something a little less ‘stabby’. A blank page awaits!