Yesterday evening I sent it off. Since today is the deadline, I was way ahead, compared to the way I usually operate. (The deadline is Friday? That means I have until 11:59 pm on Friday, right?)
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(This is what I look like as I compose a piece. Hey! Why did you just snort milk out of your nose?)
However, as I was tinkering on the story, I had another idea for a different story. The same theme. The same anthology. But while my other story was serious, and a story that spanned more than 10 years, this new idea was lighter, and it was a story that covered only an hour or so in my life.
I began working on it the night before last, when I would take a momentary break and put "aside" the other story. Yesterday evening, after submitting the other piece, I worked on it some more.
Hey, twice the submissions. Twice the chance of getting published. But what was more important in my mind was the fact that I'm thinking more like a writer. I'm keeping my eyes open to story ideas. The writing I'm doing is leading to more writing. And some day, perhaps, I will have countless pieces out there simultaneously, like Linda O'Connell or Janel Gradowski. And the more stories that are floating around on editors' desks, the greater the chance I have of being published.
And if you want to check out some submission possibilities, ask Donna Volkenannt or Lisa Ricard Claro. Donna regularly (and generously) shares calls for submissions, and Lisa has a heading at the top of her blog...all you have to do is click on the button, and various paying markets will appear.
So tonight, I'll be back. Right around midnight. Pushing the limit. And if you're up late tonight, writing, have a cup of coffee. For me...