Monthly Archives: July 2018

Blast From the Past

For some reason today I got thinking about a submission from 1978. In 1977 Star Wars exploded across the nation and with a single blast from its turbo laser both reinvigorated media science-fiction and charted a new course. Part of that new course was a flood of space opera type adventures, including the 1978 television series Battlestar Galactica. At the time Galactica was the most expensive show ever produced on network television.

For several years before Star Wars, I had been writing and submitting SF short stories. I had also read, more than once, David Gerrold’s account of the production of the Star Trek episode, The Trouble With Tribbles.

Inspired by his tale, and shooting way way above my class. I wrote a treatment for an episode of  Galactica and using the library’s copy of the Writer’s Market, sent it off to an agency. It came back with a kind note informing me that the series had been canceled. What has caught my attention today is how similar in themes that early story idea is to some of my most current work.

Split into an A and  B plot the story opened with disaster befalling the fleets hydroponics vessels, a fungus that killed off all their oxygen generating plants. The story followed Starbuck piloting an expedition to a nearby system to acquire new plants with which to regenerate their stocks. (Apparently I hadn’t considered seed banks.) The expedition was under the command of Starbuck’s girlfriend, Cassiopeia. (Ignoring the fact that in the pilot she was a prostitute the series had turned into a ‘life tech.’) The main character conflict rose from Starbuck having trouble taking orders from a woman and having to learn a lesson on that front. The B plot followed a number of the main characters that had been evacuated from the Galatctica. (In order to save Oxygen reserves on the vital capital ship.) Forced to live among the crowded, barely tolerable conditions that the rest of the fleet endured, Apollo and others get a tastes of the depravation the rest of fleet suffered while they enjoyed comfort aboard the flag ship. The central conflict of course was between the less fortunate refuges and the Galacticians with a resolution that centered on the need for common sacrifice.

Looking back on that early story idea and on some of my most recent work I can see the common themes of sacrifice, and the need to set ego aside. It’s interesting what stays the same even after so many decades.

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Rejection is Baked In

Yesterday I got the word that I had not scored one of the few spots at the Viable Paradise writing workshop. Certainly that disappointed me but I also moved on fairly quickly. If you are striving in this writing gig an aspect that is baked into it from the very start to the very end is rejection. It says so right on the tin.

Everyone understands that when writers are starting out that there are loads of rejections. Many writers save every slip they get, often finding creative ways to deal with the pain, such as turning them into wallpaper. In general I don’t save mine. However once you establish yourself that’s over right?

Nope.

Editors may bounce books proposals, anthologies might invite you but still find the story not quite what they had in mind, second runs will get turned down, critics will reject your art, awards will overlook your brilliance in the same manner those editors did at the start of a career. Rejection is a writer’s constant companion; it is neither a mark of shame nor an indication of a lack of quality. Except for expressed comments and critiques all a rejection tells you is that the piece in questions did not work for that editor on that day.

Acceptance always tells you very little except that the story worked for the editor. As they say with financial prospectuses past performance is not indication of future performance. A string of rejections does not mean the next one to that same editor will also be rejected. I had a long strong of ‘did not place’ rejections from Writers of the Future and then skipping over Semi-Finalist and silver Honorable mentions, I scored a finalist.

Conversely a string of sales doesn’t mean the next submission to the same market will sell. Each and every piece lives and dies on its own.

When you get that rejection if there are comments, listen to them, then submit the piece a new editor, and move on to the next project.

Always writing, always submitting, that is the writer credo.

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