Comfortable Bed

Too long was he beaten, eroded, without rest. Furthering him from the social ecosystem. He was an alien, and never could forget the traumas, betrayals and failures, but if he could sleep, if he could rest, he’d feel better. His only wish he asked the genie for was the most comfortable bed, one that would gift him instant slumber when laid upon.  The genie promised a bed that would give him the rest needed to strip his weighted form.

With that the genie conjured his bed, the man laid upon it, and never woke.

Comfortable Bed

5/11/18 「英語日記」Keep Pressing On


At a certain juncture, no matter a story’s medium, after continual consumption and introspection, there is a widening in one’s psyche. Imperceptible dimensions of fantastical expression lengthen with tremulous persona.

No matter if you read blogs, novels, dissertations, watch television, film, or play video-games. In a moment, perhaps seeded years prior, you’ll see your microcosm, no longer crooked, no longer immaterial, but palpable like the weight and heat of vibrant dreams.

5/11/18 「英語日記」Keep Pressing On

Of Editing and Being Poor

I read this article when seeking advice about what to do should hiring a copy-editor not be financially viable, and disagreed heavily with the very forward assertion that if you can’t afford an editor, you shouldn’t be publishing. Following this, after several sites, I uncovered an article regarding agents remarking on whether to get an Editor Prior to Querying Agents.  anime-typing-gif-2.gif

This topic has bothered me for years, and although I am querying agents with my manuscript hoping to get it published, I often find many advocating getting an editor in either case of trade publishing or self-publishing. Moreover, despite how I agree that one ought to have their work as glossy as possible prior to publishing; one should be intelligent about it and treat this hiring as ideal, not necessarily ‘either hire an editor or abdicate’

The Grand Order, my manuscript, is at 120,000 words (apx). On average, for a copy editor, many charge around $0.02 per word[1]. That would cost me roughly $2,400, which is considerably out of my price range. While it is assumable that this might fluctuate, it is still far too expensive for me to afford.

The agents within the top link mostly do not advocate hiring an editor if seeking traditional publishing, unless one can afford it. And by afford it, I believe they mean without costing you your home, food, healthcare, etc.



However, if self-publishing, an editor becomes an assumably major necessity. Many writers just aren’t flowing with cash and opt to instead self-edit. By using a program such as ProWritingAid, and even paying the comparatively inexpensive license fee, one can use it to tidy up their book. (I advocate such programs if one writes often anyway) Three or so passes through, and editing things like grammar, dialog, plot, characters, perspective, etc; one might present a well-pruned work.

While not a seemingly popular opinion to opt out of copy-editing, (or any form of editing, like line-editing and content-editing), if one is poor and wishes to show their work to the world, they shouldn’t be shackled by their financial deficiency, nor mocked by others for not having the sufficing budgetary dais. Ideal is it to have a professional editor inspect your work so you might improve it; better to have at least edited yourself using an affordable method, opposed to leaving it as is, or abandoning your endeavors.



[1] What Does Editing Cost


Of Editing and Being Poor

Tallying My Rejections

Perhaps it is too premature to record my failures at publishing my first novel (though I’ve begun it a while ago). Perhaps it is best to wait till hindsight to put forth, the seeming cul-de-sac, that is amassing rejection letters. Perhaps, I’m not so intelligent and thus do it now.

I have two major types of rejections.

Six I assumed rejection due to no response despite my fluttering eyelashes.

Seven, actual rejection letters. These vary from totally informal/near-automated response to ‘personal’ or at least, more personal than impersonal letters. Complete with one apologizing for the impersonalness of the what I assumed ‘personal rejection letter’ would be like (I’m deprived).

I recently sent out two new queries.

I think it’s prudent to understand that I’ve established ’rounds’. That is to say, I only send out a few queries per ’round’. Between each, I refine/edit the query, go back over ‘how to query’ guides, and so forth.

I have noticed, after my third official iteration of my query letter, I’ve gotten nearly always a rejection letter. (I used ProWritingAid. I purchased the lifetime license and so far worth it. Just be mindful when using it, not everything it suggests you should change you should change.) But, so far, only rejection letters. I suppose that’s obvious from everything aforementioned but.

Although I have yet to have anything published, and thus probably a terrible candidate to mention anything about perseverance, but, I do believe a relentlessness is necessary. But, not a blind perseverance. If you notice your query needs revamping, or even your manuscript, do not be afraid to (within reason) edit.

If there is anything I can mention so far, that might improve your outlook should you be (or will be) querying as well, that don’t fear reworking what you have. Editing and changing can lead to better reception, and a better overall work. I’ve redone the ending of my book, added entire near-chapter’s worth of content, and scrapped chapter’s worth of content. I don’t advice editing beyond what sanity would recommend, but it has helped me improve upon my work, and it may for you too. Since several edits of both my manuscript as well as my query, I’m actually getting responses now.

Hopefully, eventually, the Grand Order will be published lest this post be a mark of my silliness.



Tallying My Rejections











too fast too too fast


A mind split between a paved, clean, road of security and a more desired, yet turbulent path. I walked this winding, vanishing road before; but lost it.

I was left impaled; bones cracked, spirit decayed. Each time I traversed the cracking road I wished, I would be crushed, it would be a mirage, or an enemy. Still. I return to it. Either to emerge a fool or a champion.