Showing posts with label #Confessionmagazines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Confessionmagazines. Show all posts

Day 3 Ramblings

 So I've been basking in reading blogs and replying with enjoyment.  I got so many ideas for writing my own until they all disappeared.  Where did they go? What happened?  I guess overload is the word.  But it was fun.  

"Stop reading and write your own." I told myself. But I didn't listen and kept reading and procrastinating.  Finally I made myself stop and start writing.  Ha, nothing happened.  I shuffled angel cards asking, "what do I blog about today?"  I pulled 3 cards, tried to photograph them and the whole thing felt Blah.  I put them back in the box and read some more blogs.  

"Ok enough already, WRITE!"  All right already, I'm writing. 

This reminds me of when I was writing Confession stories back in the 1980s.  I would be writing and another idea would pop into my head.  I stopped working on the story in front of me and started another story with the new idea.   Yes I did finish and sold a bunch but I ended up with a lot of unfinished stories too. I really don't want a pile of unfinished blog drafts now.  




Has this happened to any of you and how did you work through it and be productive?

I am glad I'm writing a blog for 30 days with you all even if not every one I write is not the best.  I love myself anyhow.


Blogging with Effy

I Confess - Day 4




They were the magazines our mother's didn't want us to read. So we hid them under things and read them when we were alone, under the covers maybe or at a friend's house?

These were the Confession Magazines. 




I wanted to write stories for them so I signed up for a Confession Writing Course from the Writer's Digest School. I was so excited when my course arrived in the mail.





I didn't own a typewriter so I borrowed one from Mother. All was going well until she found out what I was writing. She insisted I return her typewriter saying, "God doesn't want you to be writing those stories!" I was livid!  But I didn't let her stop me.  My husband was a typewriter repairman and he found me a good deal.


Typing handwritten Confession stories



I sold my lesson that I'd written for class! I remember getting the letter of acceptance in the mail! I was so excited!! I went on to sell about 20 more stories in different magazines.


Some of the magazines that featured my stories



Unfortunately the Confession magazines don't exist anymore. But since we sold all rights we can't sell them again. It would be nice if the publishers released our rights back to us. I'd like to put them into an ebook and sell them again. But I could write more if I wanted and self publish if I wanted. Those were fun times and I moved on to other interests like Astrology, Tarot and Angel Cards. Life isn't boring.