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I am disappointed. Another submitted article failed to make it into Signs & Portents this month.
I've got one outlet for my Traveller work left, and that's Freelance Traveller and their magazine. So I think I'll send them the articles I have sent to Mongoose already.
I mean, sure, it's not a paying thing - but at least my articles will be actually published. You can't improve without feedback, and you can't get feedback unless you're actually producing something for the fans to look at.
It's like my fiction material for the EMCSA. It doesn't pay the bills, but then that's what all the jobhunting's for. And you know, I'm getting amazing feedback from the fans of the material I'm submitting there.
Oh, speaking of fiction I've submitted ... many years ago, when I was writing in character fiction on the old White Wolf Hunter: the Reckoning mailing list, I somewhat dramatically ended the stories of Libra and Herald Recruitments in Liverpool by having Libra go all extremist and lose his mind.
Thing is, the whole old Hunter archive on my computer kind of died when my old computer did, back in '05. And while I have recovered some of the materials I'd written, not all of the Libra stuff I wrote survived.
I'm just wondering whether or not anybody out there still has some of that material in their archives. I'd love to have it back again - the scenario with Marsha Winstone the Setite ghoul; the story featuring a Fallen demon and how she came to get involved with with Martin the Vagabond, Buddhist private eye and Martyr; Zeiss abducted, a Bastet and a furry convention; and Libra, actually rejected by his cell, forced out of his job and cast aside, trying to live in a halfway house surrounded by other only partially - treated mentally ill patients.
I know my writing is flowery. But I'm the one who wrote about stern imbued hunters having to walk home through the streets of Liverpool inside furry costumes, fighting through a wall of walking dead in a scene reminiscent of The Day of The Triffids, and Visionaries held captive by shapeshifting erotic catwomen wielding feather dusters and canisters of nitrous oxide.
Oh. And let's not forget the Sodality of Licentia, the Potentate's Daughter, Zero Company and Pate de Fois Gras. (What can I say? Kink must be in my blood ...)
Point being, I have to write, even if my words come out tangled like kudzu and as addictive as cocaine. And my work has to make it to print, so I can get the feedback I need to improve my writing skills for the next article.
I've got one outlet for my Traveller work left, and that's Freelance Traveller and their magazine. So I think I'll send them the articles I have sent to Mongoose already.
I mean, sure, it's not a paying thing - but at least my articles will be actually published. You can't improve without feedback, and you can't get feedback unless you're actually producing something for the fans to look at.
It's like my fiction material for the EMCSA. It doesn't pay the bills, but then that's what all the jobhunting's for. And you know, I'm getting amazing feedback from the fans of the material I'm submitting there.
Oh, speaking of fiction I've submitted ... many years ago, when I was writing in character fiction on the old White Wolf Hunter: the Reckoning mailing list, I somewhat dramatically ended the stories of Libra and Herald Recruitments in Liverpool by having Libra go all extremist and lose his mind.
Thing is, the whole old Hunter archive on my computer kind of died when my old computer did, back in '05. And while I have recovered some of the materials I'd written, not all of the Libra stuff I wrote survived.
I'm just wondering whether or not anybody out there still has some of that material in their archives. I'd love to have it back again - the scenario with Marsha Winstone the Setite ghoul; the story featuring a Fallen demon and how she came to get involved with with Martin the Vagabond, Buddhist private eye and Martyr; Zeiss abducted, a Bastet and a furry convention; and Libra, actually rejected by his cell, forced out of his job and cast aside, trying to live in a halfway house surrounded by other only partially - treated mentally ill patients.
I know my writing is flowery. But I'm the one who wrote about stern imbued hunters having to walk home through the streets of Liverpool inside furry costumes, fighting through a wall of walking dead in a scene reminiscent of The Day of The Triffids, and Visionaries held captive by shapeshifting erotic catwomen wielding feather dusters and canisters of nitrous oxide.
Oh. And let's not forget the Sodality of Licentia, the Potentate's Daughter, Zero Company and Pate de Fois Gras. (What can I say? Kink must be in my blood ...)
Point being, I have to write, even if my words come out tangled like kudzu and as addictive as cocaine. And my work has to make it to print, so I can get the feedback I need to improve my writing skills for the next article.
