Hey there,
a brief post to say that I have just sent out my first short story to a journal for publication. The last time I sent out a short story I was 14 years old and it was a Christmas story contest at our local newspaper. I won that contest and even received some money. Haven't had the guts since! Sent it to a publication I've read since the 1990s and never even dared dream would publish anything I wrote. I now feel nauseous. However, I have sent it out there, into the Big Bad World...scary, scary...
Wanted to say this out loud and hoping moral support will get me through the nerves of waiting for a response. Mostly, you have to submit these things to one place at a time. This means I have to have patience (ha!) and begin work on the big project I want to start and have photos all over my room to begin. Now just have to - well - start. And finish! I have 3, count them 3! unfinished novels sitting around. So, this one, I am scared of starting lest it end up in the Incomplete section as well...
OK, enough for now...enjoy the Spring!
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