I've been doing okay. The days melt into each other. I swear I posted last week, but it seems I posted over a month ago.
Put a story into No Sleep on reddit and in a way it's been a great experience.
No Sleep is a group collection of frightening stories that are all true. Really they are. Promise.
If you want to read mine, press here.
I know it's not pro, but 38 thousand people read it and I got 88 percent upvotes and a guy made a video out of the thing and I'm really, really happy.
When I get stories in magazines--well, the magazines are very cool, but I don't know how many people read them and it's a lengthy process. Full of rejections, waiting.
This was fast.
Like lightening fast, I just wrote it, and sent it, and boom.
I know it's amateur, but it was so much fun. Like jumping into a cold lake on a hot summer day.
It was refreshing.
Will I send them another one? I don't know, but maybe I will.
Fall's here. I like it. Zesty breezes.
Meanwhile, I've sent out more stories to respectables. And...I'm waiting. The usual.
Wish me luck.
