I know the drill. The bitterness only hurts me. I'm poisoning myself when I don't forgive...or at least release.
Maybe I can work on getting healed as I work on a CS submission? Weirder things have happened...(The deadline is in June.)
Also, the Chicken Soup folks have extended the deadline for their upcoming Alzheimer's collection. You have until December 12 to submit a story. Because my father was slayed by Alzheimer's, along with a close family friend, I've submitted two stories. I had a third one, but the necessary revising didn't come easy, and the deadline passed before I could finish it. Now, I have the time
Yesterday, I got an email from the publishers at Chicken Soup. A month or so ago, I had gotten word that one of my "Multitasking" stories had made it over a couple of hurdles. The title of the tale, "Two Out of Three Ain't Bad," was a nod to one of my musical favorites.
The email I got yesterday got me extra excited. My story, "All in Good Time" was being considered for the same collection. Two stories in one book.
Wait. My memory had really turned to Swiss cheese. "All in Good Time" did not ring a bell. What story was that?
After opening the attachment, I realized they had changed my Meatloaf-y title. It was the same story, but now the decision was final. I was grateful to know I was for sure being included in the anthology, but felt a little silly counting an extra chick without even hatching it in my brain.
How about it? I know everyone has a story about forgiveness they can craft and send off...Right?