A Foot Out The Door
Finally finished up the final draft of the story I wrote for the "Song and Story Anthology" by Wordhouse, and I submitted it today. It's out. It's not in my hands anymore. All the same, I'm still trying to move past the empty-nest syndrome of not having an editing project on the table. Not like I don't have plenty of things I should edit (*cough*Pandemic*cough*). Still, I'm still pretty new at this submitting thing, and it's still (and will probably always be) a little nerve-wracking to ship it off, out of my hands, and separate from my own interpretation. Whether the editors think it suits "Running Up That Hill" by Placebo is up to them. For me, I think it does.
In fact, I'm pretty darn proud of this story. Is it perfect? Of course not. Is it good? I think so, but that's subjective. Am I generally pleased with its outcome? Actually, yes. Yes, I am. It may never be anything anyone particularly likes or cares about, but on my end, I think it's as ready to stand on its own two feet as any 18 year old is when they ship off to college.
Still, I wouldn't mind if it called home nce in a while, just to convince me its doing alright.
Other than that, just having a blah day. Stress, general irritability, it's fun. Really. Yes, I'm totally lying. Sorry.
In fact, I'm pretty darn proud of this story. Is it perfect? Of course not. Is it good? I think so, but that's subjective. Am I generally pleased with its outcome? Actually, yes. Yes, I am. It may never be anything anyone particularly likes or cares about, but on my end, I think it's as ready to stand on its own two feet as any 18 year old is when they ship off to college.
Still, I wouldn't mind if it called home nce in a while, just to convince me its doing alright.
Other than that, just having a blah day. Stress, general irritability, it's fun. Really. Yes, I'm totally lying. Sorry.