I was woken at 6am yesterday by Rocky the (not-so-much-a) kitten, wailing and scratching to go outside. Unhappy and grumbling about cats and litter boxes, I staggered downstairs and let the little beggar out. Kettle on for coffee, and a pre-dawn session of washing dishes and mugs for the day, yawning all the while.
It wasn’t until more than half an hour later that I opened my iPad to check emails. And found this waiting for me.
I read it once, twice, three times, mouth agape, eyes and mind unbelieving. I quickly switched to check out the Toasted Cheese website for verification. I stared at it, waiting for my name to morph into someone else’s. But it didn’t. And at 6:50am, I was shouting up the stairs, waking both the boys (and a few of the neighbours, too, I’m sure) to share the news with two of my favourite people in the world.
I am so damned happy that I sent this story in, even though there were several moments of indecision and criticism. But I had spent the time and mental effort on it, and I didn’t want that to go to waste. I am so glad I took a chance.
This will be my first published work (outside of a non-fiction article for Namaste magazine from years ago), and I hope that this had opened a door, or floodgates, into publishing for me. Look for my short story, “Mother’s Nature”, on Toasted Cheese’s website in March 2014. Or wait until I blog the link.
Because you know I will.