Rebecca K. McDowell's Writer Site. Horror and Puppies and Bitching, Oh My.
I did a little freelance work this morning, and then I actually sat down and started revising and working on my novel. Welcome to the State of Beck Address. Here are my talking points: I'm going through a midlife crisis. I'm turning 42 in a few months, so this should surprise no one. I've got …
Continue reading Working on Some This, Working on Some That.
So the city of Philadelphia is closed today because of the "winter storm." I have to say that while it is snowing outside, it certainly is not a winter storm. I've been living here for five years, and I'm still confused about why, as a northeastern city, we don't have better snow procedures. I know it's warmer …
Continue reading Shoveling Snow, Shoveling Bullshit, Shoveling Food in my Face.
So I haven't written anything in a while; there are several reasons for that. 1) I've actually been traveling and doing stuff, which is weird for me; 2) I have a job, losers; and 3) I'm lazy. So far I've just been rejected across the board, although Pseudopod sent me a personal rejection and told …
Continue reading Long Time, No See. You’ve Changed So Much. Here’s What Happened…
So a few new but uninteresting-to-anyone-but-me things happened this week. I got rejected by The Dark. Not THE DARK, as in the breathing black space that haunts closets everywhere, but the horror magazine. Rejection Game Strong thus far. Still waiting for DarkFuse, Pseudopod and Apex to tell me to fuck off. I have two weeks' …
Continue reading I Didn’t Want You Anyway. Also, Bullet Journals (Mullet Journals?).
So I polished some things up and sent them out. I look forward to either 1) boilerplate rejections, 2) personalized rejections, or 3) acceptances. #1 would surprise me the least; #2 would probably make me feel the worst; and #3 is unlikely. All the same. I kind of wish personalized rejections were less professional. They …
Continue reading Rejectathon, Commence. Also, Submission Grinder.
Welcome to my new website. You're thinking, "Beck, you don't have an old website." To that I say, "Old is not a prerequisite for new, and don't be an asshole, whoever you are." I'm turning 40 this year (I know, I look about five in that photo. Wear sunscreen), and I'm trying to keep the promises …
