Coffee in hand, I do my daily ritual of checking the messages on facebook. Nancy, Taylor, and Mishka and I keep in touch almost daily there. I am greeted with overwhelming optimistic and chipper messages. These are extra cheerful. I honestly have no idea what I’d do with out them there.
I grumble. It’s too early for me to be all smurfy.
Later I’m out and decide to check on my followed blog posts. It’s been tough for me to keep up and the only reading time I have lately is when I’m not home. Scrolling down I see this post from Dragon Knight Chronicles.
West is beside me and I tell him “I won.”
I’m not going to edit what I said…you deserve to know the truth.
“I can’t believe someone liked my crap writing. I got first place.”
Insert West telling me my writing is not crap. Mind, he’s only read a tiny bit of my writing. He’s being a great mate and saying all the right things as usual because he’s Mr. Perfect. I don’t even recall exactly what he said. I do remember something about celebrating with a steak dinner.
I think as writers in public view we’re supposed to be very positive about our writing and pretend it comes effortlessly. It doesn’t and I’m not very positive about my writing. I’m just starting out and while my poetry got cheers and raves, I’ve never showed my fiction until this year. I’ve never edited my stories. I’ve never tried to polish them. So, I’ve never gotten feedback until the first quarter of this year.
I went into DKC cold. I bought their last publication but haven’t read it yet. A writer friend suggested I submit something to them. So I did. For experience and practice in rejection. Er, I mean for practice in submitting my work.
I never wrote fantasy and all I’ve been reading and writing lately are romance. Kooky odd romance, but none the less…not fantasy.
As was and probably still is a trend of mine, I wrote my own take on the prompt. I doubt it was what they were expecting and I anticipated it getting squashed. It only vaguely fits the high fantasy genre. It isn’t Lord of the Rings or Song of Fire and Ice. Nothing like it. As a child I colored in the lines, but the grass was purple. The sky was yellow.
I wanted a different perception. I like turning stories on their heads. Or I attempt to turn them anyway.
It’s humbling and encouraging all wrapped in one little email and blog post. Kathryn knows fantasy. She is an avid fan and writes it. For her or any of the judges to think something positive of what I submitted is…
It’s a lot of good stuff that I can’t put words to at this moment. Seriously, I’m in shock that I even placed. Maybe I’ll think of some words of thanks to them for giving me this writer high. Right now, I’m dumbfounded. All I got is…Hey, DKC you’re worth a steak dinner celebration!
It’s my gold star. A bit of validation that I was looking for…
So, if you’re curious as to the reaction of most writers when a publisher digs their work…
WhoooHooo! And then disbelief quickly follows on the adrenaline. It took me about 2 minutes to reach the disbelief stage.
I literally just got the notification email, so I have to give them all my private personal information. Work up a Bio and whatever else they need.
I’ll keep you updated on this process.
Then life goes on and the real world demands attention…It doesn’t care that you are about to become a published writer and have a contract pending. It doesn’t have time for all that.
I celebrated by wiping down bedroom doors with a bleach solution and magic eraser. Windexing the window. I think I’ve ruined my favorite grey work out shorts.
I got tipsy on coffee. I ate left over chicken and mushrooms. I solved one of the questions of the universe. The orange stuff squished in my carpets seems to be goldfish crumbs.
Now that the pressing mystery is solved, I’m finishing the night with a little stress knitting.
Tomorrow I get to set up paper work and such, get questions answered on some personal stuff going on in my life. Glitter goes up on the purple walls tomorrow if I’m lucky.
If you’re interested DKC has a Half-Blood prompt centering around a battle for this submission call. I have to bow out of this one. I can’t squeeze in anything right now. Besides, my fight scenes suck. Or hey maybe they don’t…never know. I’ve got a killer Half-Blood character though.
Now…I’m waiting to hear back about the Heroes for Hire story I submitted. Keep your fingers crossed.