As I have just about every morning since I submitted my short story (to the same place I submitted my novel), this morning I checked my email to see if there was any response yet. And there was.
I read the opening paragraph, and it spoke of the many submissions, how hard a decision it was, and how the difference from those that got in, to those that didn’t, was a matter of only a few percentile (they have a long detailed list which each story is judged against, everything from dialogue to marketability, which gives them a percent at the end.), They mentioned how all were good but only eight could be chosen.
In short, it read like a rejection letter – ”Thanks for submitting, it was a hard choice but we are going to pass this time’.
I wasn’t too shaken up by this, as it wasn’t my first rejection and it won’t be my last, I’m sure. I had only submitted because I hadn’t submitted a short story in a long time and, as I had just submitted my novel to them, thought I would give it a shot. I even wondered if the story would fit well enough with the theme of the anthology.
Below the opening paragraph was ‘a special thanks to the winners and a list of names which I allowed my eyes to slid over, wondering how the email would close. As my eyes slid past – ready to move on – a small part of my brain yelled out “STOP!” I stopped and wondered why this had happened. The small part of my brain said ‘ Go back, read those names again for a second’. Humouring my brain, I decided to re-read the list. In shock, I found out why it had yelled STOP.
There, a few names down, was mine. I looked at it. I read the whole thing again to be sure that the list of names was in fact the winners and not just a special note to semi- finalist or something.
It was the list of winners. It was my name. I stared in shock. Then I tittered. Then I gasped ‘ I – got – in?’ Then I read it all again, sure I was wrong.
I got in!
The reason this is so very exciting for me is because this will be the first time that the Protagonist that I have been writing short stories about, and two and a half novels about, will see print.
Also, now, I have a small amount of increased hope for my novel that I submitted to them. If they liked the short story, maybe – just maybe – they will like the novel with the same character.Now matter how the novel goes, it will be wonderful to see this character in print. Today – I smile… and it feels good.
I would, at this point, be remiss if I didn’t thank two people who are patient, wise, and have given so much of their time to allow me to have submitted a story worthy of publishing (even if it is ‘just’ a short) – so thank you to my editor, Sheila, and my beta-reader, Heather. You are both blessing from the muses.