Excuses, Excuses

I've been the most dreadful sloth about writing and submitting. Months ago, I submitted a dog story to Cup of Comfort. Acceptances were supposed to go out end of December, rejections by February. I heard nothing and figured the story was not picked up. However, I was surprised not to have heard anything at all. Colleen Sell, who edits the books is wonderful about emailing a verdict one way or another.

In any event, March brought my expected rejection email. However, she kindly informed me that the story had made the top 70 cut, just didn't make the final cut, and went on to encourage me to submit elsewhere. It just so happened that the Chicken Soup series was looking for dog stories, so I sent it at the end of March. Now another wait to see if I'll have better luck. Unfortunately, I don't think Chicken Soup tells you anything unless they take the story. :(

I really must get myself back in the habit of writing every day. It doesn't help that I picked up an excellent book called "The Help". It's a debut novel by Kathryn Stockett and one of those books I can barely make myself put down.

Sigh. Yet another excuse not to write.