September 18, 2012

"Rivals" in Joyland

"Rivals" is the story of hockey card collecting sisters who share more in common than sport. Read now at Joyland.

This story was primarly inspired by the 1998-99 NHL season. Other influences include Parkdale, the CNE, and the real life Wookie. 

Fact checking was a priority. Up until publication, I was still finding things to correct. The Yzerman card mentioned is a one-in-two-hundred, not a one-in-one-hundred print run, and I had Jarome Iginla's name and rookie year wrong! 

I also had the pleasure of meeting and working with Joyland Toronto editor Emily M. Keeler. 

Other online fiction:
"The Promise of Puppies" in Dragnet Magazine
"Hybrid Love" in Lies With Occasional Truth

September 6, 2012

Ditching Drafts

When I began writing, I'd come up with an idea, write a first draft, and revise until it was done. Repeat process. I'd heard of authors keeping folders full of abandoned drafts. The idea of unfinished stories reminded me of plants yearning for a drink.

In an early effort to avoid online draft hoarding, I sat down and wrote a list of story ideas with a few points around plot, character, etc. This would keep all my ideas in one tidy place. I was green, thinking I could control the writerly brain from doing what it wanted.

Alas, I have a bulging drafts folder, where first drafts, half-drafts, ideas, and story tidbits are kept. Nothing moves from here until it is submission worthy, then it graduates to the almighty folder: Julie's Stories. Let's just say the drafts folder is getting a lot bigger than that of the finished works.

I try to clean up my files every so often because redundant crap irritates me. Before computers, I hated keeping papers of most everything. If I got a bill, I paid it and then promptly threw it away. I've also been known to recycle newspapers before people have a chance to read them.

So what to do about this ever blossoming drafts folder? A part of me wants to take the whole thing and throw it in the trash. Why not, another one will grow in its place. A voice inside says NO, you can't get rid of anything, you never know when you might go back to an idea. I agree to a point, but clutter, whether it's on the computer or in my immediate environment gnaws away and infects my creative process.

I will be discerning and only let crazy nonsensical ramblings make their way to the bin.

Files labeled Fucking Idiot, Perverse Dialogue, Sneezing Attack, and Housewife have been deleted, and it feels great.