In a fortune cookie, last week:
“You will soon be called upon to stretch and take risks.”
Then I wrote, revised, polished. I just now purchased envelopes suitable for mailing small manuscripts, flat, with a SASE included. I had them weighed and stamped. Tonight, I shall mail off to a magazine (more, if I find some that accept simultaneous submissions). Then I shall begin another short story, just so this isn’t the only one I’m obsessing over.
Egad. I apparently mean it. Frightening.
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry