At the beginning of the year, I resolved to write one short story per month. Like all resolutions, I proceeded to break it.
No, I'm not proud of myself. That's just how we roll.
Ironically, I also got three stories published in the first half of the year, so far my best start: one in Vin Simbulan's dragon anthology, and two thus far in Philippine Graphic.
On the other hand, these were stories I wrote way back in 2006. The lesson here: it can take a long time for your work to see the light of the day.
So let's see now: I have three more stories in the pipeline, just waiting for either the editor to decide or the publisher to print. And three more that need heavy revisions before I'm happy enough to even consider sending them out. Yep, that's how we roll.
Problem is: once these are out, I'll have nothing. Gasp!
Last week, I finally made good on my resolution. The only way to get the story written is to write. Yeah, it's ridiculously simple, isn't it. But the stories don't get written for a variety of reasons: work, school, baby, Facebook.
Hmmm, Facebook, mostly. But more on that later.
Now every night I start writing at 9PM, and I don't stop until I've put in at least 500 words. Not a whole lot to be sure, but the baby steps have already gotten my past the 3,000-word mark for a new story, one percolating in the back of my mind since last year (a domestic sci-fi/horror story, and yes, it's Filipino, dammit.) I'm proud of my progress. Another couple of nights and the story should be done.
Ah, but is it any good? Of course not! But that's how we roll.