Well, it’s that time of year when writers the world over tell you all about the stuff they wrote and published for the prior year. So here I go! 🙂
Okay let’s start off with short story submissions, rejections, and acceptances:
| 2019 | 2018 | Difference | |
| Submissions | 81 | 120 | -32% |
| Rejections | 61 | 100 | -39% |
| Acceptances | 14 | 19 | -26% |
| Accept % | 17% | 16% | +1% |
| Publications | 17 | 16 | +6% |
As you can see, my production in 2019 was down significantly from 2018. The only thing that increased were the number of publications and my actual acceptance percentage, which is good, though I can’t help but think if I’d had the same output in 2019 as I did in 2018, I might have 20+ acceptances for the year (or maybe just 20 more rejections).
So, why fewer submissions this year? Mostly because I was focusing on long-form fiction, a novel, and more specifically revising that novel, and it ate up a lot of time. Also, I didn’t write much new stuff, and the new stuff I did write was, well, harder to sell until I figured out where I should be sending it (that happened late in the year). The truth of the matter is that some of the old stories I’ve been shopping probably need to be retired, and I need a new crop of pieces for 2020.
Okay, so the above is what I submitted, but how much did I actually write in 2019? Let’s have a look.
That total written number includes 54,745 words of blog posts, 12,455 words of microfiction, and 6,950 words of stories I began but did not finish (yet). The published numbers do NOT include blog or microfiction totals. I spent a lot of time revising my novel and a bunch of old stories, but it’s hard to quantify that in terms of words written. It feels like another 50,000 or so, but, hell, it could be 100,00 for all I know. Anyway, I stuck with the most easily quantifiable numbers.
Those numbers on a whole aren’t bad, but if you look a little deeper, there are some things I want to change for 2020. For example, of the words written and published in 2019, a measly 2,068 came from submitted short stories, the rest are the novel I wrote for Privateer Press. I simply did not write enough new material this year. Most of my short story publications came from material I wrote last year or the years before. I need to finish and write more new stories for 2020 and stop being lazy and trying to sell old stories that, well, aren’t selling.
There were 260 work days in 2019, and I average a bit over 700 words for each of those days. I’d like to get that up to 1,000 in 2020. That shouldn’t be too difficult, as I’m starting a new novel and revising another.
You gotta have goals heading into the new year, right? Well, here are the broad strokes of a few things I’d like to accomplish in 2020.
And that’s my rambling review of 2019. How was your year? Tell me about it in the comments.
In this week’s installment of Aeryn Archives we journey to the scorched world of Athas and the first Dark Sun adventure I wrote for 4th edition Dungeons & Dragons, “The Lost Cistern of Aravek”. I’ve been a fan of this particular campaign setting for twenty-five years and the chance to write official material for it is one of the highlights of my tabletop RPG career.

So what is Dark Sun and why is it cool? Way back in 1991, TSR, the owners of Dungeons & Dragons at the time, were releasing scads of campaign settings, boxed worlds with various flavors you could set your D&D game in. One of those campaign settings took place on the scorched, post-apocalyptic planet of Athas, a brutal desert world where metal was scarce, water scarcer, and everyone and everything was out to kill (and usually eat) you. It was a huge departure from the standard fantasy settings that had come before it both in tone and lethality, and I fell head-over-heels in love with it.
Fast forward to 2010. I’d been working with Wizards of the Coast as a freelance game designer, and I’d written a handful of adventures and articles for Dungeon and Dragon magazines. One day, in February of that year, I got an email from Chris Perkins, then Creative Manager for Dungeons & Dragons at Wizards of the Coast. (Chris is still there, by the way, and still doing all kinds of cool stuff with D&D). In the email, Chris said he’d been talking to Chris Youngs, who ran D&D Insider, and whom I’d been working with for Dungeon and Dragon articles. My name came up as a possible fit for a freelance assignment that would be part of the 4E launch of the Dark Sun campaign setting. Chris Perkins offered me the assignment, and, well, I was over the fucking moon. I mean, the chance to work on Dark Sun, the campaign setting I’d loved for 20 years? Yes, please!
The assignment was to write a short 16-page Dark Sun adventure which would be released as part of D&D Game Day, an annual promotional event where WotC supplied game stores with a special adventure and pre-generated characters to run in-store. Chris Perkins gave me the basic details for what they wanted and then let me come up with a story outline. The idea I came up with was fairly simple and focused on one of the main problems players face in Dark Sun: water scarcity. Essentially, the players are hired to track down some ancient wind-trap technology that could solve a lot of the water issues in the area. Of course, this is Dark Sun, so that technology is guarded by terrible monsters, coveted by merciless brigands, and generally incredibly damn dangerous to find, But, hey, that’s what makes it fun! Long story short, I wrote the outline based around the premise above, it was approved with a few tweaks, and then I wrote the adventure that became “The Lost Cistern of Aravek.” It would be the first of two Dark Sun adventures I would write. The other, “The Vault of Darom Madar,” was released in an issue of Dungeon magazine (we’ll cover that one too at some point).
You’ll notice I’m not providing a link so you can go buy this adventure. That’s because “The Lost Cistern of Aravek” was a Game Day adventure and a special giveaway, so it was never for sale and as a result it’s kind of rare. I see it go for around seventy-five bucks on Ebay from time to time. That’s pretty neat, and I’m so glad I held on to my authors copies (still in the shrinkwrap). 🙂
So, as many of you know, I’ve been writing microfiction over on Twitter (@Aeryn_Rudel) under the #vss365 hashtag, and having a lot of fun with it. Much of my microfiction falls into the crime genre, and a while back a created two characters, a pair of hitmen Lucky and Sal. I’ve written a bunch of them, and most are little snippets of conversation between these two killers, usually with a humorous slant. Anyway, I thought it would be fun to collect the ones I’ve written thus far right here. They’re not all winners, of course, but I had fun with them. Hopefully, you will too. Who knows? Maybe there’s a complete short story or even a novel waiting to be written about these two guys. 🙂
Oh, the hashtagged word is the prompt for that day. If you click the date for each entry, it’ll take you directly to the tweet, you know, if you wanna throw me a like or a retweet or something. 😉
I don’t watch Lucky work. It creeps me out. My job is talking, his is making people receptive to talking. He comes out of the garage, wiping blood from his knuckles, that weird satisfied look on his face. “You’re up.”
“Can he still talk?”
Lucky shrugs. “He can #listen.”
(In this first one, I was still figuring out their voices, hence the first-person).
“Hey, Lucky, are we #villains?” Sal asked, wiping blood from his knife.
“Nah, just bad guys,”
“There’s a difference?”
“Sure,” Lucky said. “Bad guys work FOR villains
“Man, it would be great to be a villain.”
Lucky nudged the body with his shoe. “Keep working at it, Sal. You’ll get there.”
“And that works?” Sal asked, grimacing.
“Sure does,” Lucky said. “Most guys don’t get past the fingers before they start singing.”
“Jesus, what happens when you run out of fingers?” Sal shuddered, dreading the answer.
Lucky shrugged. “Lots of stuff fits in a vise.”
“Gun, knife, or garrote?” Lucky asked.
Sal rolled his eyes. His partner would often #vacillate between tools of the trade.
“What?” Lucky said. “It’s an important decision.”
“And a fuckin’ easy one,” Sal said. “The gun’s too loud, and you wore a white shirt today.”
Lucky put his gun away and frowned. “I need a #vacation.”
“Yeah? Where do you want to go?” Sal said.
Lucky pointed to the splatter of blood on the wall behind Mr. Favero’s head. “Hey, what’s that look like?”
“Kind of like Florida.”
Lucky nodded. “Florida it is.”
“Sal,” Lucky said. “Little help here.”
“Sorry. You caught me #reminiscing.”
“About what?”
“The first time we, uh, cleaned up.”
Lucky chuckled. “Jesus, we made a mess with that hacksaw.”
“We’re smarter now.” Sal smiled and picked up the chainsaw. “Head or feet first?”
“Hey, Lucky, do you #love your job?” Sal said, looking up from an issue of Cosmo.
“I don’t know. Why?” Lucky said.
“This article says if you don’t love your job, you should quit.”
Lucky looked down at the corpse of Joey Fritz, partially wrapped in plastic. “And do what?”
“Something else. Whatever.”
Lucky shook his head. “You ever heard the term institutionalized, Sal?”
“What’d this guy do?” Sal asked and stooped to pick up the spent .45 casing.
Lucky rolled the corpse up in the carpet they’d brought with a grunt. “I don’t know. Something #vile, probably.”
“You think?”
Lucky blinked. “What, you think we’re offing guys who do Doctors Without Borders and work at soup kitchens in their spare time?”
“He looks kinda peaceful, don’t he?” Lucky said.
Sal nodded. “Yeah, guy looks like he’s lost in #reverie.”
“What?”
“You know, reverie. Daydreaming. Pleasant thoughts.”
Lucky glanced at the hole in Donnie Ranallo’s forehead and chuckled. “I doubt that last one was pleasant.”
“Don’t stand too close,” Lucky said. “That #smoke ain’t good for you.”
Sal stepped back from the two-story bonfire consuming Ivan Petrov’s house, lit up a cigarette–Camels, unfiltered–and took a drag. “Thanks, Lucky. I’d hate to get the wrong kind of lung cancer.”
“Hey, Lucky, do I lack #empathy?” Sal asked.
Lucky shook his head. “Nah, you’re a real sweetheart as hitters go.”
“You think so?” Sal pulled his knife from the body with a wet squelch.
“Sure. I’ll bet Mr. Luciano there appreciates you only stabbed him the one time.”
“What’s around your neck, Lucky?” Sal asked.
Lucky held up a coin on a gold chain. “Magic quarter. Keeps the bullets off me.”
“Uh, you’ve been shot eight times.”
Lucky smiled and showed Sal the lead bullet embedded in the other side of the coin. “But not nine.”
“Sal, what do you want to eat?” Lucky shouted.
Sal shut off the chainsaw and wiped blood from his face. “What?”
“Dinner? When we’re done with Mr. Russo. What are you in the #mood for?”
“Oh. I don’t know. Kinda feelin’ roast beef or steak.”
“You run last month’s numbers?” Lucky asked.
“Yep,” Sal replied. “Five hits. Twenty-five Gs.”
“Not bad.”
“Less expenses, we netted only fifteen.”
“What? Why?”
Sal sighed. “The Rosetti job. Clients thought he was a werewolf. Silver bullets cost a #fortune.”
“This might #sting,” Lucky says and pours hydrogen peroxide over the bullet hole.
His partner gasps. “Jesus, that hurts.”
“Come on, Sal. Just a little through and through.”
Sal brightens. “You think it’ll scar good?”
“Yep. It’ll be a nice addition to the collection.”
“No way. I’m not going unless we drive,” Sal said and crossed his arms.
Lucky sighed. “You’re a goddamn contract killer. You work with some of the scariest motherfuckers on the planet. HOW are you afraid to #fly?”
Sal rolled his eyes. “I can’t shoot a plane, Lucky.”
Sal handed Lucky another #stack of hundreds and sighed. “Getting paid in cash sucks.”
Lucky shrugged. “What do you want? Something like Venmo?”
“Yeah, but for contract guys.” Sal grinned. “Maybe call it Kilmo.”
“Oh, genius. You should take that shit on Shark Tank.”
“The gun, the knife, and the garrote?” Lucky said as Sal packed for the job. “How many times you gonna kill this guy?
“I just don’t want to play #favorites.”
“I don’t follow.”
“They’re like my kids, you know?” Sal grinned. “I want them to know I love them all the same.”
“This article says killers are triggered by the full moon,” Sal said, tapping his iPhone.
Lucky glanced at the corpse at his feet. “Uh, there’s no moon tonight.”
“Guess we’re doing it wrong.”
“Yep, we’ve just been killing for money like a couple of assholes.”
Sal handed Lucky the cordless #drill. “You do it.”
“Me?” Lucky said. “Why the fuck me?”
“I got a code. You know that.”
“Bullshit. I watched you dismember a guy with a hacksaw last week.”
“Sorry, Luck. No kids, no civilians”–Sal shuddered–“and no fuckin’ teeth.”
“Damn it, Lucky,” Sal said, “Look what you did.”
“I shot him. He’s dead. That’s our job.”
“Right, but look at your shot placement.”
Lucky shrugged. “So?” “Heart, liver, kidneys.”
Sal flicked the driver’s license at his partner. “Guy’s an #organ donor, asshole.”
“He ain’t #invincible,” Lucky said. “Just huge.”
“Bullshit,” Sal replied. “He strangled four hitters AFTER they shot him.”
Lucky closed the cylinder of the .500 S&W Magnum and grinned. “Those guys went after a man.” He patted the giant revolver. “I’m packing for bear.”
“You going to Jonny Fazio’s wedding?” Sal asked.
Lucky picked up shell casings from the ground and nodded. “Yeah, just need a few more of these.”
“What for?”
“You ever been to a hitman’s wedding?” Lucky shook the brass casings in his fist. “You don’t throw #rice.”
“Lucky, what the fuck is on the end of your gun?” Sal said.
“Huh? Oh, #jingle bells. The recoil makes ’em jingle.”
Sal rubbed his eyes. “Why would you do that?”
“It’s Christmas. Everyone deserves a little holiday cheer.”
“Even dead guys?”
“Especially dead guys.”
Well, I hope you enjoyed the exploits of Lucky & Sal. Keep an eye on my Twitter account (@Aeryn-Rudel) for further adventures. 🙂
The next episode of Aeryn’s Archives is one that changed my career trajectory completely. I went from freelance game designer and editor to full-blown editor-in-chief of a bi-weekly magazine from a well-known wargame publisher. So let’s dive into No Quarter #30.
This was the first issue of No Quarter with yours truly as editor-in-chief, and how did I land this illustrious gig? Well, it turns out I knew a guy. 🙂
In early 2010, I was working fulltime as a freelancer in the gaming industry, writing short adventures and articles for companies like Goodman Games and Wizards of the Coast. I also did a spot of editing on occasion. I liked what I was doing, but it didn’t pay much and my wife and I were scraping by and living in a town we absolutely loathed. Then, one day in February, I got a call from my buddy Ed Bourelle. Ed and I had become freelance friends over the years and talked almost daily over the phone about the trials and tribulations of working in the biz. Anyway, Ed had recently taken a position at Privateer Press, publisher of the miniature wargames WARMACHINE and HORDES, and the company needed an editor-in-chief for their inhouse magazine No Quarter. Knowing I had experience in the magazine department, plus writing and editing skillz, Ed asked if I’d like to come out to Seattle and interview for the job. My answer was in the “Does a bear shit in the woods?” area, and soon enough my wife and I were on our way to Seattle. Well, needless to say, the interview with Privateer Press owners Matt Wilson and Sherry Yeary went well, and I was offered the position. We moved to Seattle the following month, and I’ve been here ever since.
As I said, I had previous experience running a magazine, a 64-page black and white quarterly called Level Up for Goodman Games, but No Quarter was a completely different animal. When I started, it was 96-pages, full color, and bi-monthly (we eventually increased it to 112-pages). In addition, where Level Up was an RPG magazine that primarily included articles with illustrations, No Quarter was a wargaming magazine, and that meant miniatures and tons of photos of miniatures. That was all new to me, and I’m not ashamed to admit when I sat down at my desk and got the full picture and scope of what I needed to do on the first day, I was more than a little terrified. I left wondering if I could even do the job, but I came back the next morning with a plan that was essentially to break the magazine down into its component parts. Each article and photo spread (or cover or table of contents) was an individual job I could focus on and not become overwhelmed by the magazine as a whole. It got me through that first issue (as did the help of all the incredibly talented people who worked there), and I learned a lot. I eventually had a system in place that made publishing the magazine easier and more efficient, and I found ways to put my personal stamp on No Quarter. That’s not to say there weren’t bumps in the road. With a magazine there always is, but that’s a tale for another time.
Anyway, when No Quarter #30 showed up from the printer, and I held that first glossy 96-pager in my hands, it was one of the highlights of my career. So, thanks, Ed, for making that phone call back in 2010, and thanks Matt and Sherry for letting some guy you’d never heard of run your magazine. 🙂
All the back issues of No Quarter are available through the Privateer Press online store, including #30. Click the cover image and the link below to check it out.
The next project from my personal professional vault is one of my favorites. I’ve been a lifelong Dungeons & Dragons player, and what you see below is the first time I got to work on the official game, and in Dungeon no less, a publication I’d been collecting for years. (Still got boxes of them around here somewhere.)
My contribution to Dungeon #171 was a short adventure for 1st-level characters titled Stick in the Mud that pitted heroes against, uh, frog people called bullywugs. It was part of The Chaos Scar, a small campaign setting on the border of civilization chock-full of monsters and bad guys. Perfect for adventurers looking to make their mark. It was a call back to classic D&D adventures like Keep on the Borderlands and a real hoot of a location to run an old-fashioned D&D game.
How did I get the gig? Well, the short version is I, uh, asked for it. Kind of. The longer version goes something like this. It was early 2009, and I was already working in the RPG industry, mostly with Goodman Games as a freelance writer and editor. Part of my duties was as editor-in-chief of Goodman’s inhouse quarterly magazine Level Up. The magazine brought me into contact with a number of folks from Wizards of the Coast, including Andy Collins, the RPG Development & Editing Manager for WotC at the time. At some point, I mentioned to Andy I was available for freelance work on D&D. I actually can’t find that email, but I remember it being a quick, BTW kind of thing. I never thought anything would come of it. Then, three months after that conversation, I got an email from Chris Youngs, the editor-in-chief of D&D Insider (who was then producing digital versions of both Dragon and Dungeon magazines). That email started with “Andy Collins passed your contact information to me, and mentioned you might be interested in some 4th Edition design work.” I was overjoyed that not only had I NOT shot myself in the professional foot by asking for a gig, but my “pitch” led to a chance to work on the game I’d loved for decades. Anyway, that email from Chris Youngs eventually turned into Stick in the Mud plus more adventures and articles to boot (I’ll cover some of those in later installments).
If you’d like to check out Stick in the Mud, this issue of Dungeon is still available in PDF at DriveThruRPG. Click the link below or the big-ass cover illustration above. 🙂
On this installment of Submission Spotlight we’re going to talk about what happens after the blessed event of an acceptance and it’s time for you to get paid. Sounds simple, right? It usually is, but there are some things to be aware of before the money hits your bank account. As always, you should read all the guidelines before you submit a story, and how a market will pay you is part of those guidelines. (If you’re looking for a breakdown on the levels of payment–from token to pro–I cover that in another post.)
1) Have the right account. The method by which a market will pay you is, uh, pretty important, and you need to have the right type of account set up so the publisher can quickly and effortlessly transfer the money to you. That’ll usually look like this:
We pay a flat $50 USD rate for stories. We use PayPal to process all of our payments.
Whatever your feelings are about PayPal, if you want to get paid for your work, you’re gonna need an account. I’m not saying all publishers only pay through PayPal. Some will happily send you a check if you like, but a large majority either only pay or prefer to pay with PayPal. So, set up that account, friends.
2) Dollars: Not just for Americans! If you live in the United States, and you send out a lot of submissions, at some point you’re likely to send them to markets outside of your home country. I send a fair amount of subs to Canadian and Australian publishers, for example, and I’ll often see this in the submission guidelines:
Pay rates are as follows and in Canadian dollars:
Yep, Canadian dollars. But it might also be:
[Publisher] pays between A$20 and A$60 per 1000 words.
Right, that’s Australian dollars. You might also see these two currencies as CAD or AUD. Of course, if you submit to publishers in the UK, you might see GBP offered for payment. So what do all these currency differences mean to your submission? Not much, really, until it comes time to be paid. You need to understand that when a publisher says they’re going to pay you $200.00 CAD what shows up in your PayPal account is going to be $152.00 USD (based on current exchange rates). If you’re lucky enough to get paid in GBP, then you’d end up with $264.00 USD. PayPal will make the currency conversion for you (and charge you a small fee for the service), but just be aware of the those exchange rates so you’re not surprised on payday.
Yes, there are other countries that use dollars, and besides the two I listed above, you might see the New Zealand dollar (NZD), but it’s not nearly as common in my experience. But, hey, if you’ve been paid in Fijian or Hong Kong dollars for stories, let me know. 🙂
3) When do I get paid? Okay, so you’ve scored an acceptance, and you’re already doing the per-word multiplication, but when do you actually get the money? That can vary by publisher, and unlike many of the things I talk about in these articles, that information isn’t always in the submission guidelines. It’s often in the contract a publisher sends after an acceptance. That said, it is likely to be one of the following:
Payment is 8-12 cents per word on acceptance.
This sounds like you get an acceptance and you get paid, right? Not quite. In my experience, it means you get an acceptance, you get and sign the contract, and then you get paid (often immediately after the publisher receives the signed contract). I find about half the publishers I submit to do it this way. The others do something like this:
We pay 6 cents/word for original fiction up to 6,000 words on publication.
In this case, payment is made after the story is published. How long after the story is published depends on the publisher. Sometimes it’s right away, and sometimes publishers may include additional language such as “payment will be made within 90 days of publication.” Again, this information might not be in the guidelines but in the contract. It’s fairly common for a publisher to make payment this way, and it’s just something to be aware of, especially if you’re expecting a quick cash infusion to your PayPal account after an acceptance.
These are some of the issues you might run into with regards to payment in publisher guidelines. As with everything else, there shouldn’t be any surprised come payday because you read the guidelines carefully and completely, right? Of course, this one does come with the caveat that pertinent payment info isn’t always in the guidelines. So, if you’d like to be surprised when the contract states payment will be made within six months of publication, I’ll allow it. 🙂
Seen anything else of note in the guidelines when it comes to getting paid? Tell me about in the comments.
If you’d like to check out the other posts in the Submission Spotlight series, just click the links below.