Nope

No memes.

Nothing compelling.

No amazing knitting going on (well…that’s not really true).

Just time to write again.

I found this nifty iPhone app called TripleQuick (from the good people at featherproof books)—it’s a fiction app that lets you read (or submit) 333 word short stories—a story that could be read completely in three iPhone screens (get it? Triple Quick). You can download and read all of these nifty stories, or you can compose one and submit it. If they publish it, it’s an actual publishing credit. They take first time digital publishing rights, you take copyright.

Love it.

Some of the fiction’s pretty nifty too.

I also found–contrary to what I’d been told before…somewhere–that if you’re trying to break into the novel market and get an agent or editor interested in your work, you really should have published some short stories.

That was news.

Long ago, somewhere—somewhere (memory failure) important enough that when I was told this the information obviously stuck–someone told me that writing short stories was a weakness on the part of a writer–not that it was bad to write them (heck no! They are great training grounds for focused, incisive prose) but that it was bad to publish them. Because–the theory went–if you have SS credits under your name it shows you weren’t really dedicated to novel writing.

That and the pay is lousy.

So, I’m over that. I’m all about short stories now while I wait (and wait…and wait…) to hear back from Agentlandia. And I feel better about that.

I’m not surprised, though. I’m like that with my knitting too. Sometimes I order a yarn for a new project, or sometimes I have to wait for a paycheck (or two) before I can buy yarn for a project. And what do I find myself doing?

Knitting.

With whatever’s there. Because I like to knit. Even if it’s not really “going anywhere.”

And I like to write.

And I’m going to work on showing that here a wee bit more often.

Next post includes pictures of all the knitting UFOs and WIPs I’ve got collected.

I think that might actually hurt me.