Wacky Writing Weekend Wingding Wrangling Words
Fascinating, as Mr. Spock was wont to say.
That’s twice this week I’ve quoted Spock. Maybe I’m going Vulcan.
The first time was in reply a rather well known online journalist with whom I’ve been corresponding of late. She enjoyed my style and suggested I write and submit an article for publication in a more mainstream online magazine. She dismissed my doubts that I’m not qualified to write for general consumption (no academic credentials, brain damaged) peremptorily so when she also pointed out that wider exposure to my writing might just be a good thing for increasing awareness of my cause, I, like Spock, replied that it sounded flawlessly logical.
What can I say? I spent most of Saturday night writing and much of last night proofing and polishing a piece that I just submitted this morning.
I’m feeling kind of surreal here…if you’ve done any writing for public consumption, you know you tend to keep picking at it after you thought you were done making it into a finished product. Change a word or a whole phrase here, delete a redundant line there…pick, pick, pick. I can’t speak for anyone else, but after a while I start wondering if I’m lessening the piece with my continued prodding and massaging. Was it just okay but I’m making it better? Was it actually pretty good but I’m making myself look stupid instead of clever?
As I thought about all this, my hand reached out and hit the ‘send’ button. I do hate a coward, and I was being one. If it was good to begin with, the editor in chief will like it and we’ll go from there. If it sucks, they’ll thank me politely and wish me luck in any future endeavors.
As the saying goes, ‘the perfect is the enemy of the good,’ so if it was all right to begin with, further monkeying with it in an effort to improve it was a waste of time at best.
I guess I’ll just have to wait and see. Even if it’s rejected, this could be the start of a whole new adventure. Faaaaaaascinating.
Hey, what’s the worst that can happen, anyway?