I am hyperventilating over here.
I just sold my first story.
I don’t really have the words. I’m so excited.
I’ve had confidence in my ability to write for a long time. I’ve gotten enough compliments, and read enough bad stuff and good stuff, to know roughly where I fall on the spectrum. I could stand to be a lot better, sure, but I knew there was at least some talent there.
But I’d never sold a story. I didn’t know if I ever would, ever could, because I never had before. There was no precedent.
It was enough to make me suspect the would never happen for me, that it was all just a mid-life fantasy. That I was some dilettante playing at writing as an excuse for not being otherwise gainfully employed. That it was a lie I told myself to make me believe I was more than just a (kick-ass and awesome) stay-at-home dad.
But no. I sold a story. Despite my doubts, I knew deep down that I am a writer. But this? This is external validation, and it comes with the exchange of currency.
The one I sold, I’ve been sending out for just two weeks shy of a year. It had been going out and coming back long enough I was beginning to think it was a yo-yo, not a story. But then, I’ve never gotten yo-yos to come back.
I’m sure I’ll have more to say once the adrenaline wears off and the oxygen returns to my brain, but for now….
I SOLD A STORY!!!!!!!
Look at me,it’s almost like I’m a real writer now…
Here I Go,