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Friday, December 28, 2007

Flashback Corner



I was converting some old REHupa (Robert E. Howard United Press Association) files into new Word and found some commentary that brought back memories from what is now a fairly long attempt at a writing career. Take the following little nuggets, for example. (Modern day comments are in parentheses.)

1. Good news on the writing front. I've sold an SF story called "Floater" to a mag called Radical Infinity. Sounds like an interesting magazine, though their contract was almost as long as my story.

(This magazine folded before publishing the story and although it was submitted several more times the tale has yet to see print. It was written in 1991.)

2. I just got one of the most insulting rejections of my life. This was from Jennifer M. Caudle at The PostModernist's Journal of Horror. I quote: "Mr. Gramlich, You're headed in the right direction. There is potential in your prose, but you should consider concentrating on refining both your basic writing skills and your storytelling skills. Good luck." OUCH! That hurt. And, what's worse, I thought the story was one of my better efforts. Just goes to show what I know.

(This story was "Splatter of Black," and I got this rejection in 1994. A few months later I sold the story to Dark Terrors, a hardback horror anthology that marked my most lucrative sale to that date. One editor's reject is another's buy.)

Maybe I'll post a few more such nuggets next time, just to show the ups and downs, and sometimes the just downright sideways weirdities, that happen in the writing biz.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Wildlife and Villains

We’ve been in our new place since August of 06 and we’re still seeing new creatures in the area. Today we saw a mottled tree snake so still that he could have been carved from wood. He allowed us to get within a foot or so of him without moving. We also startled a couple of Whitetail deer at the Wildlife Preserve about a mile from our house. It had rained a lot here over the past few days and the area was so flooded that we heard them splashing in the water as they leaped away. Then, when we got home, we found that we had bats sweeping through the air over our house. I always enjoyed watching bats of an evening when I was growing up, but this is the first time I’ve seen them here.

In other news, Stewart Sternberg, that arch villain extraordinaire, the blogosphere’s answer to Dr. Doom, the Metal Man of Mirthful Mayhem, needs your help. He seems to have gotten himself in hot water with the Muscular Dystrophy Association and needs bailing out. Why should you bail out an arch villain you may ask? Well just imagine, where would Austin Powers be without Dr. Evil, Sherlock Holmes without Dr. Moriarty, Sigmund Freud without Dr. Jung, Dudley Do-Right without Snidely Whiplash, Wayne Allen Sallee without Stewart Sternberg? To help Stewart, click on the following link.