Friday, December 30, 2011

And the Nominees are . . .

I love this time of year. Don't you? No, not the holidays--although of course I love the holidays; who doesn't love the holidays? NeuroticScroogeGrinch. It's the frenzied nomination period that I love. Earlier this month I was nominated for a Pushcart Prize for my story "The Shoes, the Girl and the Waves that Washed Them Away". If you haven't already, please stop by Blue Five Notebook Series and give them some click-love.

Today I've been nominated for "best ezine editor" in the Preditors and Editors Reader Poll. At Metazen, I share this job with six other editors, most of whom have the same cross to bear: rejecting a lot of writers who've put their heart into a text. I know how it is of course. No writer loves rejection. I am a writer therefore I hate rejection.

I try to give every writer the right advice. Sometimes the piece is entertaining or well written but ultimately not for us. Sometimes the piece just isn't ready, and I tell the writer to come back with more--but be ready. I feel comfortable being honest because I appreciate the honesty of other editors. Why would I want to publish a story if the editor doesn't feel it's there yet? The editor is doing me a favor. So here's to all the editors who have rejected my stories and told me why.

Then there are those writers whom I love. Everything they write is golden, so I'm happy to correct their spelling--God knows editors have done the same for me. So here's to all the editors who've corrected my spelling: Matt Potter . . .  um . . . um. OK: Matt Potter. I think I was channeling a really stupid character in that story, though. Sorry, Matt!

Matt Potter has also been nominated, and he certainly deserves it. Michelle Elvy has proved herself again and again as an editor. She's GOLDEN. And then David Barber from Flash Fiction Offensive. All editors who do a full-time job for NO PAY. I'm honored to be nominated among them.

If you want to vote and comment, here's the link: Preditors and Editors Readers Poll Voting Page

I must be off,
Christopher :)

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Flying Home for the Holidays

I'm packing. Not much, since I have clothes, mouthwash and reading material at my parents'. In fact, let's say I'm not packing. All I need is my passport, my e-ticket and my wallet. The carry-on bag is just for show. It's good that it's so light, though: Due to my shoulder injury, I can't lift anything heavier than a toothpick over my head. Why I would want to lift a toothpick over my head, I don't know.

Since the 2009 United Airlines fiasco with my luggage, I don't travel to the US with checked bags. My carry-on bag weighs about one pound and contains 1) a Mackinac Island hoodie, 2) my toiletries and 3) a Christmas present for my parents from my mother-out-law.

Storms are forecast for Munich tomorrow, so I hope all goes as planned. But you know, when it comes to travel, you simply have to roll with the punches, be inventive, stay calm and carry on.

Speaking of rolling with the punches, have a look at An Innocent E-Visa Fiasco, published yesterday by Airplane Reading.

Shoulder mending. Slowly.

I must be off,

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Pain is the Uncle of Invention

Hi Pretty IMBO readers! We've worked out a way for me to continue my blog while
my shoulder is healing. I can't work two-handed on the computer, but I can write long-hand with my right hand.. Everything I write for the next couple of months will be transcribed by a text recognition program.
This is my first test. So I hope my recognition program understands me!
I must be off,

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Pain in the Rotator Cuff of the Broad-Smiling Boy

Who would have known writing a blog post could be painful? Right now--so I won't forget this in ten years--writing this blog post is shooting waves of pain through my collarbone. I just rubbed my neck muscles for a few minutes to ease the pain, but as soon as I started writing again, the pain started back. My doctor has told me that I need to stop using the computer for THREE MONTHS. I've had an inflamed rotator cuff for the last two months, and it's not going away quickly enough. The doctor wants me to completely rest my left shoulder--with the exception of the prescribed exercises from my physical therapist, Brigitte (sweet woman). I'm devastated. But I'm also in so much pain. Today, a woman brushed by me on the tram, pushing roughly against my shoulder. I fell to the floor--screaming in pain. It was truly embarrassing, so I'm not sure why I'm sharing it here. A man asked me if I needed a doctor. I told him I already had several.

This might be the last blog post I write for a while--which is depressing. I enjoy this blog. I Must Be Off! is my life in a nutshell.

I promised to let people know about the publication of "Pru in the Dimple of the Broad-Smiling Boy" at Gone Lawn Journal. It's out now. I hope you'll stop by Gone Lawn and read the story.  

I must be off,


Christopher Allen is the author of Conversations with S. Teri O'Type (a Satire).