I was going to lock this post, mainly because I thought it would be fun to pretend like I was telling a big, important secret at a slumber party (after kellyrfineman
fell asleep and we froze her bra.)
Okay, that's not why. (But wouldn't that be fun?)
Actually, I was going to lock it because what I'm about to tell you could lead you to believe that I am truly Pathetic. I'm hoping that instead, you think I'm Persistent. And it is that hope that has lead me to keep this post open to the P-P-public. At least for now (heh heh).
So here goes: Of course I’d love to sell one of my books and am always working to that end. But in the mean time, I’m also subbing to the mag markets. And although I’ve sold several magazine stories, articles, and poems, I keep only almost
selling to Highlights magazine. I’m afraid submitting to them has become a sort of obsession—a sick, twisted, addiction that needs a 12 step program.
Well how many times have you tried? you ask. Umm . . .can you say a dozen? (Maybe this is
the 12 step program?)
I have enough bear cards to tip some scales, and enough scale cards to, uh . . . tip some bears? Well, you get the idea.
Here's the count:
1 revision request (the editor left after I got the revision)
1 very nice invite to keep sending on a fiction contest entry
8 Send more!
We love it!
Wonderful but we just bought something similar!
Today I received a bear card for a humorous poem.
If it sells, I'm gonna party like it's 1998 and you're all invited.
(Why 1998? Because I just had a baby on New Year's 1999, so there wasn't much partying going on.)
Pathetic or Persistent. That is the question.
Feel free to cross body parts and align stars. I’ll take all I can get!