So approximately a million things have happened during the past week. London bombings and possible (okay, probable) high-level leaks that led to the uncovering of a CIA agent and Darfur atrocities and continued terrorism in Iraq aside...I got published.
Huh. You know, somehow that doesn't quite measure up, all things considered. So let's take a moment to contemplate the continued evils that plague the world. Heck, let's make it a full minute. That's okay; I can wait. (Heaven knows it's taken me a week to update this blog.)
In sum: Bad things suck.
Okay, onto the good. I got published! My poem, "Casanova's Villanelle," now appears on WildChild Publishing! (And I swear, Loving Husband, this poem ain't about you.)
And...WildChild Publishing also accepted a short story for publication, to appear next month! Stay tuned for "The Compromise!"
Some not so hot stuff, too: I finally got a rejection from Agent 13 (I think it's 13; heck, I have to reread "The GAN: A Love Story" from last month to keep everything straight). More than 15 weeks for the Agent to consider the partial, and all I got was a lousy form letter. Well, to be fair, as form letters go, it really was quite tasteful. Letterhead, and everything. Still, a rejection, with no reason why. Crap.
Also got a few stories rejected from magazines. Double crap.
That's okay. Whatever doesn't kill me is all fodder for new stories. Remember, kids: To a hammer, everything looks like a nail, and to a writer, everything looks like material. So be nice to a writer today.