In 2009, I finished a collection of interwoven short stories and thus started the years of submissions. Never, not once, despite a few close-but-no-cigar rejections, has a single word ended up published. I've given up many times - said that's that and mourned. But a call for submissions would catch my attention, so I'd format a piece and once again press "send." I mean, why not?
And now, four years later, in the past two months, two of the stories have won contests. In a Chamber of My Heart took first place in the 2013 Saints and Sinners Short Fiction Contest and Half-Boy came in second for Big Fiction's 2013 Knickerbocker Prize. What is going on? Why now? It's a curiosity. And a thrill. I'm remembering that eager author from 2009 with her fresh manuscript and her wild hope. Perhaps I'll dust her off.