So I was talking on the phone to an ex with whom I’ve remained friends, and after I hung up I noticed a little envelope in the notify bar on my Droid. I love my Droid. I keep in touch with the people important to me better than ever because of it. I get made fun of a lot because of how attached I am to it. Whatev. Me an my Droid are inseparable. Anyway, I get a bajillion emails a day from the social media alerts I receive, so I thought nothing of it until I saw the email, and who sent it.
Executive editor of MLR Press, a woman whose name I’ve looked for in my email every day for the last week. Hard to believe it was only a week ago that I put myself on the chopping block, but there it was, with my story In Remembrance of Us in the subject line.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
Telling myself the email would be the same whether I read it then or waited until I calmed down, I opened the message.
We are pleased to tell you that we are prepared to offer you a contract to publish your story…
I calmly closed the message. Carefully put my phone back in my pocket. And walked outside. Where there was air. That I could breathe. In great heaping gasping lungfuls.
They want. To publish. My story!
I’m being published!
I’ve wanted this since I was seven. I’m 34. 27 years I’ve been waiting for this day.
This is it. I am an author.
*cross-posted at my author sites under my pen name aj-rose.livejournal.com/ and andrewjrose.wordpress.com/. From now on, all publishing updates will be posted there. Shutterbitch will remain for my fanfic.