Rejection bites. That’s the plain and simple truth.

Writers pour our hearts into stories. We revise the heck out of them. Then we submit/query and repeat until hopefully, someone finally thinks that we have something worth publishing.

Unless you’re some sort of literary genius whose work always gets accepted on the very first submission, it can become quite a discouraging process. Rejections are a solid blow to the ego. They make us question whether we possess talent or not. Whether we should keep trying or not.

It takes persistence and gumption to achieve any meaningful goal. …

Let’s forget for a minute, the grand old argument of whether or not there really is such a thing as Writer’s Block. Let’s acknowledge, though, that as writers, we all have moments when we fall into creative slumps.

From time to time, we find ourselves down in the dumps and uninspired. At those times, you we can’t seem to summon the wherewithal to write.

Sound familiar?

Recently, I found myself in one such rut again but this time, I decided to brainstorm ways to overcome the mental blocks that were keeping me from writing. …

Some time ago, writers all over the Internet got outraged over an article declaring that unless you write every day, you’re not a real writer. I absolutely do not share this article’s sentiment. After all, writing is something you do out of love, not some twisted sense of obligation.

Different people have different circumstances, so it’s never very clever to cast a wide net when it comes to what’s best for every writer out there. …

Some time ago, I went to the beach and learned something valuable that really stuck with me. I was knee deep in the water.

The waves were rough. It was hard to stand in the water without getting knocked off my feet. In fact, I did at one point. It was a little frightening because getting back up without getting dragged under by the crushing waves was harder than I expected.

Somehow, I regained my footing. I wanted to go deeper out but non-swimmer that I am, I didn’t dare with those boisterous waves knocking me about.

That could have…

It all started with ignoring my alarm clock.

I have my work/writing pace and basically the rest of my whole life crammed into an 8x8 room at the moment. I use more space for writing and work than anything else and don’t really consider sleeping comfortably the highest of my priorities, so a have a teenie, tiny bed crammed into said small space.

I don’t know what I was dreaming about this morning when I fell back asleep after my alarm went off (yes, it was one of those mornings) but I must have been pretty restless… that or subconsciously trying to get my lazy butt out of…

I remember sitting on my great-uncle’s verandah as a kid, watching Star Trek through the living room’s glass-paned window. I remember the voice of Captain Jean Luc Picard speaking of exploring strange, new worlds and seeking out new civilizations, of boldly going where no one has gone before.

Hearing those words for the very first time, I remember, I was electrified. I was somewhere between eight and ten years old, that day I first fell truly, deeply in love with science fiction.

I remember a land of twisted rivers, seething hills, lush valleys and the gloriously salty sea air —…

Tonya Moore

Tonya R. Moore is a speculative fiction writer based in Sarasota, Florida. She recently became Poetry Acquiring Editor at FIYAH Literary Magazine.

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