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Writing to a Deadline Part 14: Publisher response
Holy cow!
I submitted my manuscript at 11:30 PM last night, and when I got home from work, there was a response that hit may mailbox at Noon!!!
Okay. Deep breath. Open the email.
“The revision was great. You did a fine job incorporating our feedback and adjusting the story to a simpler, more defined and well written product.”
Woa… hold on. This is my first submission to a publisher. Aren’t they supposed to belittle me and tear me to bits? Did a publisher just call my work “great”? Did a publisher just call my story “well written”?
Last words are “We’ll be in touch soon regarding final selections.”
Okay… we are back in “wait” mode. I can deal with that. I am just so tickled that I might actually be actually in the running—I can’t stand it.
I find a stream of emails from my writing buddy. She’s been having an email conversation with the publisher all day. They wanted more revisions done to hers. They want to know if she’d be willing to revise further, to some pretty stringent specifications.
My heart sinks. They went back and forth with her several times. Someone there likes her submission enough that they want it really polished. What does that mean for mine? Was mine a form email that everyone gets?
They told her that they have eight submissions that they are currently considering, and only 5 slots in the anthology.
Am I one of the eight? She obviously is.
I hop over to Scribophile, and another girl in my Scrib Group got a response that they liked her changes as well, and they were waiting to make a decision… The wording she used in her post made it sound like her response was almost word for word identical to mine.
What does that mean? Did we both get the generic “nice” response? Is that a bad thing, or are we both in the top eight?
Your mind goes crazy. I swear.
I know, I know, there is not a dern thing I can do but wait… and have a few quiet conversations with the Guy Upstairs.
I put a heck of a lot of work into this over the last month.
At first, it was just a challenge to myself.
Now, it’s something I want so bad I can taste it.
Deep breath… and the wait begins. Again.
Flash Fiction Tuesday – I have to wonder sometimes
I figured I’d try something different.
I’ve never done flash fiction. I thought I’d give it a try… at least as a distraction from my current WIP.
Now, I know that there really isn’t a market for Flash, so I figured I’d post it here. If you’re not into it, don’t worry, it will only be once a week until I get bored with it.
I was going to do Flash Fiction Friday, but I already have a Friday slot, and I don’t want to freak out the Friday people, and Tuesday is feeling so neglected. I don’t normally post on Tuesdays, so this is my way of giving Tuesday a little love.
I’m not sure where I will go with this… if I will actually create little stories, or just scenes, or simply stream of consciousness.
I am going to start with a random sentence, and see where it takes me in five minutes. Today, I will start with “I have to wonder sometimes”.
Okay… here we go.

I have to wonder sometimes, what true happiness is. Why do some people lead gold-plated lives, and others continually suffer? But are those gold-plated lives really as great as they seem? Are those people really happy?
I watch the rich man walking out of a department store, overflowing bags in his hands. He fumbles with the keys of his Mercedes, while fighting with his wife. They walk right by the homeless man, leaning against the building, resting his head on his knees. The wife, eyes glaring, pushes past her husband and gets into their car.
The homeless man lifts his head, and smiles as a young child runs into his arms.
“Hey Buddy. How was school,” the man asks.
“Great! I got an A on my math quiz.”
“That’s fantastic.”
The boy fumbles with his bag, and pulls out a loosely wrapped napkin. “Here, Dad. I bought you half my lunch.”
The man opens what looks like half a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and splits it in two. “Tell you what. Let’s share this for dinner.”
They sit together, leaning against the building, giggling as they begin the child’s homework.
I wonder sometimes, what true happiness is.
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