Over the past few days, the family and I did the Canberra Thing of going down to the coast for the weekend. This is a Thing, you understand, that I have done maybe twice in fiften years of living here. It was raining and windy most of the time, which was not so much fun for our two small children, but – really, at the same time the Philippines were being pulverised by a super-typhoon, so I’m not complaining.
I therefore missed three days of posts. This Month of Relentless Positivity is going to elapse across at least two months at this rate. And I’m much too tired to work out whether that was an appropriate sentence structure or not, so sorry to everyone with a vulnerability to toxic grammar. But let’s leave those weakling who rolled up their superhero character with cursed dice and march onward, ever onward!
I returned home to the welcome news that a short story I have submitted to over a dozen markets over the course of the past year has been accepted for publication. (Provisionally. With certain caveats. The whole deal could still fall through if certain conditions wholly beyond my power to influence do not come to pass).
Better still, the market pays professional rates. (If all goes well).
I am (cautiously) over the moon with this news! While I haven’t exactly been frustrated that I couldn’t find a taker for this particular story, which certain readers will know as “the Twitter one”, I was beginning to suspect that I had run out of places that would both find it suitable for their needs and also pay me something for it. I hadn’t quite reached the point where I was going to set some deadline for giving up on submitting it, but I imagine that it would only have taken a few more rejections before I was sending it out for “exposure” rather than compensation.
And you know, I would have seen that a shame, since I am trying to build a writing career here, step by step. While I still have a day job (ahem) the money itself isn’t important, but acknowledgment in the form of people willing to part with their own money in order to have something I made is – for the moment at least – the way I have chosen to keep score.
I would make some sort of extended gaming metaphor about achievement-hunting, but nobody needs to hear it.
Anyway, as my sophomore sale, this represents another milestone on the road. It’s one step further away from my more or less lifelong state of “going to be a writer one day” to, you know, being a writer. And it’s a bit of an ego boost that will be easy to funnel into writing the next story, polishing the next draft or submitting the next finished piece.
So, hooray for sales. Or, if you prefer, hooray for life-goals, slightly incremented.