I won’t finish the sentence, but I will summarize the exchange. A writer friend of mine emailed me to say that I should stop “playing around with short stories” and get serious about revising and submitting a few novels. Oh, and I could almost see his nose turning up when he typed, “I can’t believe you self-published your work, Magaly. You are good enough to try traditional publishing. For Mary’s sake, why are you doing this to yourself?”
My reply? You want to read it, don’t you? I sure hope so, my Luvs, ‘cause I’m giving it to you: I’m more stubborn than a quartet of pissed off mules, tied to each other by the neck, each determined to go south, north, east and west at the same time.
And I disagree with my friend; my work is not “good enough [for me] to try traditional publishing.” It is good enough to try traditional publishing and the not so traditional—yet—digital publishing, too. I like writing of short stories, like AlmaMia Cienfuegos, for they offer a glimpse into the novels to come.
My works in progress include two novels—Dancing On Her Bones, set in the world of AlmaMia and Blood Grudge, set in Luna Bravo’s Pre-Chaos. I’m lucky enough to be able to focus on more than one project at the time. Why not use my superpower, right? While working on the novels, I want to publish a short story every quarter or so. For this year, I have a couple of shorts in Luna’s world, 1 story that expands on Gardens and Thorn, and 2 other tales that I haven’t shared with you. In 2013, I’m planning for a Fine Arts Macabre tale (like Laila, but longer) every other month.
And I always want to have short witchy bits for your lovely Wicked Darling Selves to enjoy at my writing site.
Yep, my eclecticism doesn’t limit to witchery; it transfers to every aspect of my life. There is a reason why I won’t join any coven or swear allegiance to any path that dictates all my moves—I know that works for many, but not for me. I need freedom to do as I please with my brain, with my magic, and above all, with my words.
The following is almost unrelated to this post, but not really. My friend’s “For Mary’s sake” outburst reminded me of something that happened to me right before I hit puberty. I was auditioning for the role of Mary in a Catholic ritual. The person in charge loved my singing and my memorization skills, but she booted me out of the production once I began to dance and smile after Mary received the news.
I mean, really my Luvs, I just couldn’t believe Mary would stand there looking all grave and stiff, after an angel told her that she was going to give birth to a child who would save the world. So I danced… and I sang… and I grinned like a happy lunatic until I was asked—not very nicely—to leave.
My friend’s exclamation unburied the Mary memory. I wasn’t going to participate on this week’s Butterfly Effect, but all these things were in my mind and Amy had called for patron saints, and… well, I present you Mary’s Cosmic Secret Makes Her Head Spin and Turns Her into a Smile
I know this looks like the owner of the mouth swallowed a chunk of sky and is now in agony. But the lips are supposed to be smiling. I can’t paint, so help me out and use your third eye. No, not that third eye; the third eye parents use to gaze at their children’s masterpieces. There, aren’t the lips smiling now? The Virgin Mary is happy ;-)