Sunday, October 18, 2009

No. 51

Well, it was an interesting week.

On Tuesday I went to pick up Sacred Scars (sequel to Skin Hunger) from the library, and when it wasn't on the holds shelf, I realized with a rapidly sinking heart that I might have waited too long to get it. So I approached the librarian at the desk and inquired after it—she looked up my card, saw that a different hold (Enna Burning; I've had it on hold for months now and it's yet to appear) was still active, and told me as much. I explained to her that, no, it was a different book I was after. She produced a Binder of Lists, and informed me that I was indeed too late to get it, and that it had been sent back. She looked at me and said, in a Very Superior Tone: "It waited a while but it could only wait so long."

I felt myself to be summarily snubbed. I went afterwards to Target, where I managed to misplace my wallet in the parking lot for half an hour. That was fun.

Then I sent out two new query letters, as I'd begun to despair ever hearing back from the full.

On Wednesday, I was attacked with a strange malady of Nausea Induced by Violently Spinning World, and had to stay home from teaching, alternately laying in bed moaning and reading Octavian Nothing.

(Which, on a side note, I finished, and liked a lot, though it was sad and disturbing and a bit unsettling in places. It was excellently written, with an intriguing story, characters, and very interesting viewpoint on the Revolutionary War. I highly recommend it if you can handle some disturbing concepts/scenes.)

Wednesday evening commenced, also the Weekend of Housesitting for Crazy Dogs, which consisted muchly of laying on the couch watching Stargate SG-1 on Hulu (I'm, er, partway through the second season now).

Then came Thursday and Friday, during which I taught piano lessons, housesat, ate ice cream, worked on my outline a liiiiiittttle bit, and watched Stargate. On Saturday, I popped home for a while and received a Large White Envelope in the mail with F & W Publications written on the return address. For about thirty seconds, I entertained wild notions of a multi-million dollar book deal from that errant full, and then I opened it to news almost as good:

My short story, The Painter and the Sky, won an Honorable Mention in the Writer's Digest annual writing competition! For proof, I direct you here. I'm number fifty-one on the list, which means, I suppose, that there were fifty stories esteemed more highly than mine, but, conversely, that there were forty-nine esteemed lower. ;-) Or it could mean nothing at all. Whatever. The point is, out of 13,557 entries (in ten different categories) in a national contest, I got an honorable mention!!! :-) :-) :-)

And that was my week!

Off to outline my novel *cough* watch Stargate *cough*,

Joanna, the Yellow Dart Smith
also known as
Genre Short Story Honorable Mention Winner No. 51


taborer said...

Squeee! It's nice when success happens, especially when it happens to one of us.

Erika said...

I love the humor in your writing. hehe! It reminds me of a mix of British wit and the humor of Lemony Snicket's books. haha!

Joanna said...

Thanks, Claire! I agree. In another few years or so I'm pretty sure we'll all be famous. :-)

Heehee, glad you approve, Erika. I try. :-)

Michelle Mach said...

Congratulations! Did you know what was in the envelope before you opened it? I also received an honorable mention (different category), but I had forgotten about the contest and thought it was a magazine subscription! :)

Joanna said...

Congrats to you, too, Michelle! Nope I had no idea. I thought it was probably junk mail, and was pleasantly surprised to the contrary. :-) Yay for both of us for forgetting we entered a contest and then finding out we got honorable mentions!! :-)