This week, I submitted two short stories to a literary anthology, Literary Foray. I'm pleased to announce both were accepted. Not only that, but the editor selected one of them to take first slot. At least so far. *laughs*
Farspace 2 finally hit the shelves, putting another printed copy of my work in hand . . . and I figured, while I was seizing the word by the horns this week, I might as well try shaking it around for a while too! I sent 'Philomena' off to play in traffic. We shall see if she makes it across the road in one piece, or if I've murdered my precious darling. This is the first item I've ever dared put a pricetag on, other than a contributor's copy. While I can say that makes me feel--odd--almost like selling out some aspect of myself . . . the one that wrote just for the sheer joy of writing . . . I can also honestly say "It's time."
I've proved to myself, and my family, that I have the talent to make it, if I so desire. I've reached beyond the glory of winning sitewide contests and taken those first few difficult steps: I've gotten my name in print. Several times. Now, I want to up the ante.
I'm hungry for more. It's like a shark getting that first taste of blood. I want this so bad now, that I can FEEL it clear down in my core. I want a paycheck. Cash--check in hand!
Beyond that, I want to finish a novel. I have two in the works. I don't know. I just feel like it's time to stop playing author and finally become one. The road won't be easy, and I'm sure I'll stumble many times before I find my feet in this new battle arena . . . but I'm warning you now world . . . I'm not about to let anything stand in my way!