Writing is exhausting

It’s a post-post-apocalyptic weird sci fi story that I’ve been working on for a long time. Had a great talk about it with an agent about a year ago while I was rewriting it. Submitted it and heard back almost immediately (a few days later) with a form rejection. Okay.

It’s not actually very interesting. Should be half the length it is. Tells a story but doesn’t, like *tell a story.* Probably should’ve thought of that earlier in the process.

I’ve learned a lot about my world, which is a lot of fun. And every time I try to start writing, I find something else I need to figure out. Not discouraging so much as frustrating.

This is all spread over the past 6 months (since October or so). The world is exhausting. There’s so much stupid. So in late January I got with a friend and brainstormed a stupid and fun story about someone who decides to do something about it.

It’s about an orca. A billionaire kills her pod and leaves her for dead. So she decides to get revenge. Think Kung Fury meets what you wanted Cocaine Bear to be, and also a lot of bad puns. No self-respecting agent would consider this.

It’s done. Its dumb. It’s fun. Why not, at this point?

My artistic abilities are rather limited so I went with simple, loud, and dumb, just like the rest of the book.

Yay!