A few months back--during those winter days wedged between Christmas and New Year's Day--I recall writing a copious amount of material. Although everyone was at home, inside the walls of the Alleycat house, most everything was shagged with ice and not even my own family had any use for me. And so I wrote to keep warm.
On January 3 I sent out a gigantic pile of material (some via snailmail, some via email, some via other vias). And I'm just now hearing back from some of these editors.
Over this past weekend (who's dumb enough to work weekends besides pastors?) I did receive word from one publisher regarding interest in a book proposal, and another editor sent me word that he had accepted one of my mystery stories.
If you're interested, this is one you can actually read online. You can find my story, "The Palm Reader" at http://www.lochravenreview.net/. It's fiction (and I love the twist ending in this one).
Who knows what this week will bring? Rejection from another editor? Rejection from Becky? Or maybe somebody, somewhere saying, "Hey, I gotta have 'ya!" Might even be my wife saying it on some enchanted evening.
But then, stranger things have happened. Right, Mr. Poe?
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