- Rejections Are A Leading Indicator of Success
It’s been a while since I’ve written an update, however a recent spate of submissions, rejections and resubmissions has spurred me into action. So, here are my goals for the year (yeah, I know it’s April already, but shhh), and my zig-zagging, indirect progress in the pursuit of fame and glory.
- Flash: Miracles and Mead
“Who does he think he is?” Reggie grumbled into his mead. “Swannin’ around bestowin’ blessin’s, as if he’s some sort of big shot–”
“He’s not that bad–” I tried to interject, but Reggie just kept talking. He was always talking.
“–and don’t get me started on his bloody entourage–”
“Actually, they call themselves apostles–”
“–always clasping their hands together and prayin’ for us, as if he’s god’s bloody gift to mankind–”
“Reggie, not so loud.” I said, and put a warning hand on his arm. People were starting to look our way. “Besides, he kind of is a gift from god.”
- Flash: Cannibal Holocaust
Carmine rolled his eyes, looking just like his mother. “Do we have to?”
I spun my lazy son’s beanbag around and pointed it towards the back door. “I’ll drag it all the way outside if I have to.”
“Uggh, fine.” He didn’t even look up from his phone.
I give the beanbag a playful nudge. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“You know it won’t.”
- Flash: The Great Man
“The day he kicked it so hard it burst?”
“That’s the one.”
“And you were there? You saw it?”
“I heard it mate.” Dad stuck his finger in his cheek and popped it. Then he whistled, tracing an arc through the air with his eyes. “Went through, too. Post high.”
- Flash: The Blank Page
9:00 – I hovered before the door of my new home office, my husband’s cheery “Good luck, not that you need it!” still ringing in my ears. Beyond the threshold lurked an unassuming desk. A pen. A blank sheet of paper.
9:16 – So very, very blank.