my story, “marigolds,” has been accepted to crossed genres’ long hidden anthology.
i am over the moon.
this one means a lot to me; it has, in some form or another, ruled much of this year, short fiction-wise.
i first saw the call for submissions way, way back in march. and i was instantly, completely inspired, and i wrote a story called “julie,” totally pouring my heart into it. i workshopped it and revised it and revised it again, i polished it until it shone . . .
and it was too long.
by about fourteen hundred words.
i tried everything i could. back on this blog there is talk of a julie 1.2, a 2nd version; it still didn’t hit the word count, and it was a sad, hollow version of its former glory. as much as i tried to like it, to push forward with it, i knew in my heart that the Story was julie 1, and that was that, and there was nothing more to say.
so i let this submission call go.
the deadline was july 31st. and wouldn’t you know it, right at the end of july i had another idea. but it was literally days before the deadline, i know how long it takes me to write anything; a long story, with bibliography? not possible for me, i wasn’t about to make myself crazy.
and, hand on heart, just at that moment i got a notice that the deadline had been extended a month.
it was a Sign.
i outlined “marigolds”, i wrote it, i revised it and polished it. there was no time to workshop. so this is a few milestones, all in one: a (long) short story in less than 6 weeks; a short story that i edited myself, no outside input (and lol we’ll see what revisions i get, i am game and ready and Yes Please); and my very first pro-rate sale.
i danced when i got the email, but it was a bit of a wild dance, a bit crazed. i might have shed a few tears. all these years at it, off and on, wading through doubt and fear and time and a thousand million reasons to NOT.
and then i wrote blathery slobbery tweets and emails full of AHHH teary thanks and professions of humility, because fuck me, to be in this anthology? it is an honor and a privilege that i do not want to ever, ever take for granted.
you can read about the anthology here. i’ve seen a few people here and there say they’ve been accepted and the way the TOC is shaping up? oh my goodness humbling is the word of the evening.
and oh, i suspect some of this crazed rambling will make me blush tomorrow, but i will not delete a word. claire and isabella deserve no less.