I am on cloud 9! I have just received an email from Black Hare Press. They have accepted one of my stories for their new anthology. Dark Drabbles #6 – Apocalypse. For those who may not know, a drabble is a story of exactly 100 words, no more, no less. It’s certainly a challenge to pack an entire story in only 100 words, but very fun to try.
The book is scheduled to be released November 19th, 2019 and my story is called Mother Earth.
Thank you to all my family and friends for your encouragement and support.
I made a new submission today and as per usual I teared up when I received the confirmation email. I’m not sure why I do this but it’s happened every time.
Today’s was a submission to the NYC Midnight 11th annual Flash Fiction Contest. This one is a little different. There are thousands of competitors but what is really nice about this one is that for each round the judges will give you useful feedback on your story.
There are four rounds and everyone will compete in at least two. Your points earned will determine whether or not you advance.
You are given a genre, a place and an object and a maximum 1,000 words. Mine was fairy tale, a retirement home and a bale of hay.
I think I came up with a good, solid story but am now second guessing myself as to if it truly fits the genre.
Oh well. It’s out there. All I can do is wait for the feedback and learn.
I had a headache when I got home so I took a couple of Advil and lied down. I couldn’t sleep but wanted to rest anyway so I started building a story in my head. I had it completely written in my mind and I got up and went downstairs to write it in Word. First thing I did was check my email. I had a prompt for a contest I’ve entered at the Australian Writer’s Center for their Flash Fiction contest. They give you three points that must be in your story, a 500 word limit and 55 hours to get it in. I bet you can guess what happened! The story I had written in my head fit the requirements perfectly! I sat down, wrote it out and went over it at least 20 times for corrections to spelling, grammar and tweaks to the plot. Bottom line, within two hours of opening that email I had submitted my story for the July contest! Is that kismet or what?
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I received my very first “paycheque” as a writer on Thursday!
As I had posted earlier, I have joined the online magazine Medium. I had posted one story on Sunday the 26th of May and Wednesday the 29th was their cutoff for calculating the payments. On Thursday, I received an email saying that they would be depositing $3.02 USD into my account!
I know, not much, but to me it’s the accomplishment, the validation that’s important. There were people that were interested in my story, there were people that read it and it was enough to generate income. To me that is HUGE!!!!
Who knows where this will go. I’ve already posted my second and my third story with a full month to go. Can’t wait for my email at the end of June!
I’ve been toying with this idea for a while now and today I finally took the plunge.
It satisfies two different objectives. It is an outlet for my personal story as someone growing up with a disability. It also is an opportunity to have my writing make me some money.
There is an online blog/magazine called Medium. It is a place where all kinds of writers share their stories. It is full of fiction, non fiction and everything in between on all matter of subjects. A person can read stories for free and there is also a paid service that allows you access to all of it’s content. As a writer, I get paid by having paying customers read my work and “clap” for it if they like it.
This has been an interesting journey so far. The classes were great and I plan on taking more in the Fall, even if this this Summer is a nice break. I’ve met some incredible people through Facebook from all over the world. Writers are generally an incredibly supportive group. I think we need that. We’re vulnerable. We do what we love and put it out there which is very scary.
Three things happened this week that make me feel like a real, honest to goodness writer.
I did a story exchange with someone from Facebook and we critiqued each others’ story and gave each other some much needed feedback.
I entered a head to head contest in one of my Facebook groups. There are almost a hundred of us in it and we’ve been split up into groups. We are given a prompt and a max word count…this week is REGRET and a max of 300 words. I wrote it in less than twenty minutes. I love this type of challenge. The idea behind the groups is that we are there to critique and support each other before we submit our story for the competition. It’s been a blast chatting with other writers about our chosen craft. I’ll post my story and the results once this week’s submissions are done.
The most recent thing that happened is that I was talking with a couple of co-workers and I don’t know how we got on the topic, but I did mention I was a writer in my spare time. One of my co-workers said that his daughter had written a book and would like to publish but didn’t know where to start. I spent an hour yesterday going through my notes and gathering some information to email to him. Sharing the knowledge I’ve gained over the past 6 months made me all warm and fuzzy inside.
I’d love to do more but work and my commute really get in my way. 🙂 I still have hope though…someone has to win the lotteries!
Yes, it’s Mother’s Day. For me, having lost my own mother almost 26 years ago, it’s a day full of reflection and memories. My mother was my best friend and confidant. She was also someone I butted heads with like I’ve done with no other in my life. We were two sides of the same coin, hell, sometimes we fought over the same side and that’s when the fireworks would go off.
My mother was many things but the one thing I could always and forever count on was that she was on my side. I never doubted that, not once. It’s a feeling I’ve never found again since she’s been gone. Yes, I know, I have a wonderfully supportive husband and I’m not throwing shade at that. However, with Ma, I just knew that she’d sacrifice everything for me, and sometimes she did just that.
All these years later she is often in my dreams. She really comes through when I’m wrestling with something important…things that really only come through my subconscious. Often, the dreams are cryptic, but she never misses the mark. To this day I cherish and honour her wisdom, like so many did before me.
Mom, never doubt how much you’re missed. I hope you are having the time of your life in heaven. You are surrounded by friends and family. Too many have gone since your passing but it’s you I miss the most.