I notice how anxious I’ve become to get every aspect of this writing business covered.
I most enjoy the writing. I like the solitariness of it. My favorite spot is curled up in my chair with my computer on my lap, typing out a new story or editing an older one.
However, I won’t get anywhere unless I go after selling markets. Thank goodness for the Internet. I search online. I read what my fellow writers on Facebook and at my writers’ group are submitting to. Making my own list of possibilities, I send my stories out. No stamps. No envelopes. No waiting for a phone call or an envelope back.
The quickest rejection was four hours. Others took longer. Some came with a personal comment as to why it wasn’t being accepted.
Finally, an editor who was looking for quirky funny romantic stories, took one of mine. Then she asked if I had any more and she took a second one. What joy!
Now my professional writer’s resume is looking pretty, well, professional. I’m not feeling too bad either.
Romantic Ruckus, edited by Kara Leigh Miller.