I made it. It was a bit too close, but I did it.
I just finished up a tiny little story titled A TRIP TO THE BLUE HOLE. I received an invitation several months back to submit a story to CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE URBAN KIND and the deadline was today.
Those of you that actually read the tripe I shovel on this blog know that life has been kicking my butt of late and my writing has suffered. I really thought I was going to blow this one, but I hunkered down and forced that story out of my brain. And I still have about twenty minutes to spare.
Now, whether it gets accepted remains to be seen. That is always the hope. But the mission here was keeping the deadline. I know that I'll never be a professional writer unless I start acting like one and real writers have deadlines.
I had a lot of trouble with this story. I'm not sure if it was the length (it weighed in at just under 1,400 words . . . I'm terrible at shorts) or if it's just the work stress, but I'm so glad to have this one out and gone.
And now on to my next adventure.
