First professional writing submission is in the bag!

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I have written for years but have been too much of a chicken shit to submit my work to any serious publication.

Until today.

A local publisher had put out a call for short pieces of no more than 7500 words for a collection of stories for and about the 2SLGBTQAI+ community, and a friend rightfully pointed out that I am a part of that community and I have stories to write.

So...I did it.

I always do my best work when a deadline is looming, and the submission had to be in by 11:59pm today. I actually got it in two hours before the deadline!

I had hand-written the piece tonight while sitting in a Starbucks with a friend, and when I read it out to her she cried. Not because it was bad, but because the emotions my writing had evoked. I normally NEVER share my serious writing with anybody because I have a huge fear of rejection. But it has been submitted.

I figure the worst that happens is that they reject it, but that is all a part of learning and honing the craft of writing. But my fingers are still crossed anyway!

I also told her about my book idea for this April's Camp Nano, and my friend absolutely loves it! She has been working closely with the guy who runs this local publishing company and she said that it absolutely fits with the sort of work they are looking for. Now to just get it written and submit it...

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