I am about to repost the majority of an entry from my other blog, because it mainly concerns the future of this one. The direction of some references will be edited, to keep things from being too confusing:
[I]t all started last Sunday, when I went to a writing workshop under the direction of a Hugo-winning Canadian author. The workshop had nothing at all to do with how to find a market for what one wrote; it was all about how to lay a solid foundation for a novel, based on notions the fellow had developed in the course of writing a lot of SF, but which apply to most genres as well. Jolly useful information, too, but what developed out of it was what I can only think of as blindness resulting from a curse or a brain lesion fell away. On Monday, I found I was able to uncover all sorts of paying markets for the sort of stuff that I write.
Had I looked previously? Indeed so. Not only that, but I had looked in basically the very same places I investigated on Monday on those previous attempts. Having made this startling… I will say “discovery” because it was new to me, even though already well inhabited and supporting thriving cultures, I decided to get properly serious about making some submissions to places that offer money for stories.
Money for stories. Fancy that! Exactly what I have been trying to discover the alchemical principles for!
There is a substantial element of regret in this discovery, as over on the fiction site I have been rendering some of what I think of as pretty good stories unappealing, because most markets want stuff that hasn’t appeared anywhere previously. I knew I was doing this, too, but in my earlier innocence, I saw no real alternatives by way of becoming known at all as a writer of fictions. Had the blindness lifted six months earlier, I would have a lot more shot in my locker.
The way in which I intend to address this startling discovery of the obvious is probably self-destructive too, although hopefully only in the short term. I’m going to carry on [at the older blog] much as I have done, intermittently becoming the sort of specialized interesting I once was while mainly just letting the world know that I’m plugging away and still rotating my pens. Over [here], I’m going to stop being quite so profligate with my new material, which is where the self-destructive comes in– little flash fictions, such as [the] one I did up today, will appear in what I intend to be a pretty regular way (long intervals, though) while longer stories will get driven around the markets in search of a paying audience. Once they have found a paying audience, and served their time of exclusivity, I will then post them on the fiction side of my online world; I will then be able to include an annotation along the lines of “Originally presented in the Fall 2016 edition of A Rather Splendid Periodical that Pays Good Rates to Authors”, which will be ego-boosting for me and hopefully drive some more eyes in their direction(s) so they may continue to pay the creative types.
Once I’ve got as many stories with of those annotations as not, I may begin to feel less like a great blundering infant. I hope so. These diapers look ridiculous.
I realize that this follows pretty briskly on the heels of an earlier announcement regarding the pace of presentations and its reduction. However, the whole reason for my running this element of my online presence out was to try and supplement the meagre income that my day job provides, and while I’m not without hope in that direction, I have to say that thus far my family is not growing fat on the proceeds of the writing. I love my readers, but my power to reach enough of them to make an observable income is limited; I have to turn to these suddenly revealed (such a baffling lapse!) markets in hope of being able to provide my son with some shirts that fit.
I will mention that the next story due here, the hinted-at flash fiction, will appear a week hence, because I am sticking to my policy of giving patrons a week’s preview of new stuff. I’m going to have to examine the whole structure of my presence at Patreon, and pretty damn quick, too; I don’t want to make promises that my change of focus renders impossible to fulfill.