I love writing.  Sitting down, pouring these worlds and people out onto the page, teasing life from the strange corners of my mind.  I love it, I really do.  And for as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to see my name in print, somewhere real.  I’ve wanted… maybe not the money, necessarily, more the recognition that the money of being a real published author implies.  It’s having someone else, someone not friends or family, go “hey – this is really good” – or even better, “Have you heard of Kate Lansky?  She writes some cool stuff.  You should check her out.”

Over the years, my dream hasn’t changed.  My pursuit of it, however, has been lacking.  This year, I’ve decided to change that.  I’ll be honest – I’d love to get published, to see my name in print, blah blah blah – but that’s not my goal this year.  My goal is to send out as many of my short stories as I can, garnering as many responses as I can.  And next year, to beat that response count.  I want to prove to myself that I’m trying. That I’m progressing.  That I’m not just madly treading water, smiling at my friends and saying “oh, I write.”

I want that to MEAN something.

I’m expecting most of my responses, if not all, to be rejections.  I’m kind of looking at them as an honor badge.  So periodically I’ll update here with how I’m progressing.

Right now, I have three pieces out for consideration, and two more going through final revisions before they can join my spreadsheet.

Onward with rejectionpalooza!