All through March, grasshopper, I meant to work on a story for an anthology call out I'd seen, oh, weeks and weeks ago. I had plenty of time to take that story (and it was a good story, too) and make it shiny and bright (or dark and gory, as the anthology called for horror). But did I?
Well, I suppose there wouldn't be much point in telling you what not to do if I'd done what I was supposed to do. So, for the past two days, I worked like a madwoman on that story. And I finished it, and submitted it, right under the deadline. Oh, I know what you're thinking. What a clever girl she is! (Thank you). And what's the big deal, then?
The big deal is that anthologies often fill up before the deadline. So, even if you have the most wonderful, horrific story ever, there might not be any room left for it. All because you waited around till the last minute. (That's what I'm going to tell myself if my story doesn't get picked. And it could actually be true, grasshopper.)
And speaking of waiting around...for those of you eagerly waiting to see who won The Cabbages and Kings Blogging Comment Contest and my autographed copy of Query Letters that Rock!, you should know that the beneficent Mr. Hall is nowhere to be found. So, I couldn't use the patented Draw from the Colander technique. I thought I might use the Hound Picks technique, like in The Penderwick's books. But Sally the Dog is apparently not as gifted as Hound and refused to pick a name. I eventually managed to think up a random and unbiased picking method, but it wasn't easy. It kinda taxed my brain so much, I don't know if I'll get to any writing today. I can always get my writing done tomorrow.
(Oops! The winner is Jules! Shoot me an email with your address and you'll soon be rockin' your own query letters.)
