Tuesday, April 19, 2011

best rejection ever

About a year ago I posted THIS BLOG POST about an amazing rejection letter from Triangulation, a yearly anthology from ParsecInk.org.

Well, this year they've outdone themselves; the following letter comes from one of their main editors about a short story I submitted this year.

Now, before you judge me: I am not being facetious. In the world of freelance writing and cold submissions a personal rejection letter with thoughtful notes is a half step below being accepted. Form rejections offer nothing to a writer, no guide to a better draft, no clue as to what editors might currently be accepting.

So, if you can, delve their archives and buy previous issues, or watch for Triangulation: Last Contact on Amazon, even though my story isn't in it. Based solely on their notes (which were spot on, by the way) these guys are thoughtful readers and very selective, which means the praise their anthologies have garnered are very much deserved.

From the editor's blog:
Story 201 (2/23/2011 Horror 4700 words)

Reader 1: “This story didn’t work for me despite some nice writing. In the end, the story itself is pretty cliched and the use of various devices (transcripts, discovered notes, etc.) to build tension actually have the opposite effect. By taking us away from the MC and providing background, they don’t give us time to get into the MC’s head. As a result, when the MC undertakes the climactic action, it comes out of nowhere and doesn’t really have an emotional impact. The dread in this story should come from the MC’s descent into madness, but it’s being relayed to us second-hand via transcripts. This device might work in a novel, where there’s time devoted to characterisation, but it’s ineffective here. “

I like the opening quotation, which evokes a moment of eloquent dread. The first paragraph efficiently sets us into scene (though not character). It’s a descriptive paragraph that reads a little flat after that resonant opening. Not great, not bad.

Nice observational details and a possible motivation by page 2. Good. First scene works well enough. I’m not getting a strong sense of story yet, but it’s enough.

Section 2 begins with a diary entry. It’s suitably creepy and promises something to come. I do like what follows it. Nice little scene here. I don’t like that the words the voice says are hidden from us. That pushes me away from character identification. Still, a creepy scene — would be even better with the words on the page, I suspect.

Viewpoint shift in section 3 throws me. I’m just getting into the MC and then I’m having to reorient. Then another viewpoint shift at the end of the scene. The entire scene seems to be here just to present evidence for what we already know/suspect. I don’t think it adds much to the story (in a longer work, yes it could, but here it diffuses my identification with MC).

Section 4 returns me to MC and is nicely written. I’m missing something here. This SHOULD be escalating, but I’m not feeling it. I think it’s because even though I’m inside the MC, I’m not really inside her experience. So much of what she experiences is left to inference that she feels manipulated in a way.

Section 5 switches viewpoint again. I’m not invested in any of these characters fully enough to appreciate the tension here. I do like the section lead-ins. Very clever way to introduce background and the quotes themselves are really evocative. The story itself, however, feels kind of flat despite some very nice writing.

Section 6 remains in viewpoint I haven’t identified with. This is the physical climax of the story and I get no sense of an emotional climax because we shift outside the MC to observe rather than feel.

Section 7 explains everything. It’s a clever device, but doesn’t really do much for me emotionally (or even intellectually as I have no real investment in the whys or hows).

The final section could basically stand alone. There is a very good core here for a character driven horror story centered on the initial MC (or even one of the other viewpoints), but we end up solving the puzzle of the situation rather than experiencing the story of it. It’s a shame, because the writing is spectacular at times.

Slush-o-meter (1-10): 5 An SF ghost story that delivers an interesting situation and character, but does not provide enough emotional investment to reach its potential.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Friday, April 9, 2010

in this installment, james delves the archives

So while I was researching the soon-to-be-HBO-series of my favorite fantasy novel(s)--Kathy, they're great, check them out--I stumbled on the author's blog ... still written on LiveJournal?

From college until 2008, LiveJournal was thriving with friends, a protozoic Facebook wonderland of meet-ups, silly videos, and ludicrous GIFs.

Now, it's dead, a skeleton of another life, different friends ...

I was poking around my archives and found this little gem dated Sept. 7th, 2007:

Meeting Mark Z. Danielewski (Daniel-EFSKI! as Poe would yell from the back of the crowd) was absolutely incredible.

He read three excerpts from Only Revolutions, and one section of House of Leaves that he realized, only recently, he was actually ABOUT Only Revolutions, even though he hadn't started his second novel yet.

Questions were good. Sam and Hailey were based on two homeless punk rockers he ran across on a street corner.

I asked him how hands on he was in the final layout of his books and he laughed and said, "what do you think?" after an evening of proving his OCD-like perfectionism.

"Let me rephrase," I said. "It was your first novel, did they laugh at you?"

He then told the story of how the publisher wanted to print House of Leaves in its original format which, since MZD only has Word to work with, was in basic block text form. He begged them, but they were dubious. So his sister, Poe, said "just fly out there."

He said, "I'm already $35,000 in debt."

She said, "So what's 400 more? Buy a ticket!"

And he did, and he lives in the Random House copy room, learning all their software, and did the ENTIRE layout of House of Leaves himself. (For those not in the know, House of Leaves has a bizarre, intricate layout that forces you to twist, turn, flip, and hold the book to a mirror in order to read certain passages.)

How cool is that?

So I bought a paperback edition of Only Revolutions, stood in line to have him sign it, and he asked me about writing, I told him about Edgewood (my endlessly "in the works" novel), and he shook my hand and said, "don't stop til it's finished. It's what you have to do."

And I wilted like a Victorian hand maiden if Hugh Grant had gone back in time and learned their vernacular.

Is there such thing as a Victorian hand maiden?


Reading this was a bit discouraging in somes ways. On the one hand, Edgewood is unfinished and, at the time I wrote this, I was furiously digging into the second act. It's been sitting frozen at 40,000 words for quite a while now.

But, in that time I've co-founded a magazine, produced handful of short stories and short scripts, co-written a full length screenplay, and got married. So, you know what? This novel will be finished. One day. In the meantime, I have life to live. And more Danielewski books to read.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

in this installment, james gets married!

For all those of you that couldn't make it, enjoy!

Monday, March 15, 2010

in this installment, james gets rejected ... and likes it.

I just got the best rejection letter of my life.

Why should this make me happy? Because a writer's life is filled with form rejections, little slips of paper or single-paragraph emails, as immovable as brick walls.

But a personal rejection, one that proves the slush reader ACTUALLY read your work and, best of all, understood it and liked it (though not enough to publish it) is the greatest response a writer can ask for. Except for the ones that come with a paycheck.

Without further ado, I present my rejection from the anthology Triangulation: End of the Rainbow.

Dear Mr. Roland:

This is an interesting flash piece, but we're going to pass on it. While it's a different take on the theme, we felt the story was not as sharp as it needs to be. Primarily, we need a stronger sense of identification with this character - the background info is interesting, serving as part of the metaphor for our loss of innocent fantasy in the age of Islamic terror - but we don't feel her anxiety about the train bomb, nor do we get close enough to her to viscerally care about her demise. The pieces of this situation need a tighter connection and I suspect the key to that connection is through the character.

Unfortunately, we're not certain a rewrite will solve this problem for us. You're welcome to try a revision and resubmit before the March 30 deadline if you like, but we don't want to offer false hope. Feel free to submit another story if you prefer.

Best,
Steve Ramey, Assistant Editor
Triangulation


So, yes, technically I have the option to resubmit. Seeing as I have no other stories that match their theme, I might just try again.

For those of you wondering, yes, his critiques are valid. Though (and this is why feedback is so important) my instincts have never been able to articulate these issues. I wrote this piece on commission for an anthology that was never published, a book of one-page stories based on the visual art of Pyropainter. The word restriction (I have over 500 words to play with and still be considered flash fiction) and visual description (I was describing a creature in a painting) really confined my story, but if I let these things go than who knows who or what I'll find on the page.

I'm excited to give it another go and I'll let you all know what they think about it!

Also, for those interested, this editor keeps a blog where he posts his thoughts on his slush pile and offers great insights into WHY he rejects. Take a read: Ramey Writes

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

in this installment, james opens pandora's box



Awesome gifts from our friends over at Cedar Pond! Thanks so much you guys!

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

In this installment, someone nukes a cat.

At the airport this morning, a lady put her cat through the x-ray machine, much to the disappointment to those around her.

It's pretty bad when a half-retarded Homeland Security officer give you a "how dumb ARE you?" look, but this woman deserved it. The sad thing is, our fearless defenders spent more time focused on this freaked-out cat than I've EVER seen them focus on the scissors, knives, and countless liquid bottles I've accidentally smuggled through their scanning procedures.

The cat looked fine, I'm sure there was no lasting damage. But then again, how do you tell with a cat?
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Monday, August 31, 2009

In this installment, james gets herpes.

This morning I filed for Unemployment Insurance, got a speeding ticket, and was diagnosed with Herpes.

So basically, it was Monday.

For about I week I've been having bizarre pain in the right side of my chest. It felt like deep muscle burn interspersed with sharp, knife-like pains and that prickly super-itch I usually associate with a bad sunburn. But nothing seemed wrong when I examined myself in the mirror, no bruising, no cuts, no burns. Then a couple of days later two bright, red, spider bite marks appeared on my back just below my right shoulder.

Now things made sense. I've had spider bites before on my neck and their venom creates all sorts of weird aches and pains and sometimes nausea.

But the next day I had these "spider bites" all over my right nipple as well. Did he come back for more and bring his friends?

Finally, today, on my last day of viable health insurance for 2009, I woke up early and logged online to apply for Unemployment Insurance. Then I hopped into my car to head down to my doctor in Arcadia, hoping he'd let me in without an appointment and prescribe some sort of Cortizone shot to counter all this "venom" that I thought was in my body.

On my way there I took a downhill corner too fast and had a motorcycle cop on my tail. Court date is set for October.

*sigh*

Finally, in a poor mood, I made it to the doctor. Luckily, he saw me right away. He listened to my symptoms and when I lifted up my shirt to show him the marks he blurted out, "Herpes Zoster."

I froze with my shirt half over my head, knowing damn well what I heard but hoping his Asian accent had confused my brain.

"Um," I said, hopefully. "Is that a kind of spider?"

He blinked at me.

"No. It's herpes," he said.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Very common in young people now. You should stay away from pregnant ladies, cause problems with fetus."

"WHAT!"

It was about this point where he realized is business-like bedside manner wasn't what I needed.

"Oh," he backpeddled. "Very common. Not dangerous."

Turns out most people have this stuff inside them ever since they contracted Chicken Pox as a child. Or you can get an airborn version of someone coughs on you when they are having an outbreak. It stays dormant until you're old and your immune system weakens.

So yes, Virginia, there is Herpes. Herpes is within all of us.

Outbreaks used to be common only in folks in their 60s but in recent years it's showing up more and more in folks my age. No one knows why but it's probably an environmental change or added stress levels at a younger age. Lovely.

So I ended my Monday morning in line for Valtrex at my local CVS Drugstore.

Later, a simple Wikipedia search freaked me out further. The internet minions claim this can cause partial paralysis. HOORAY! My doctor assures me I can treat the occasional outbreak that's caused by stress. I tend to believe the guy that speaks two languages and makes more money on his coffee break than I make in a week.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Friday, May 29, 2009

Weeds vs. 311



The producer's office for Weeds Season 5 was attacked by the band 311. Those damn kids with their damn rock music so damned loud.