Two days ago, I submitted my first story to “Chicken Soup for the Soul.” The deadline was the next day, and I thought, “I can do this!” The story was “Think Possible.” Back in the “dinosaur ages,” as my children would tease, essays were ” my thing.” I cranked it out, and turned it in feeling accomplished.
Will I hear anything back? I don’t know. I’m not expecting to. My son arrived home from school shortly thereafter, and I had many interruptions. I looked it over a couple of times before submitting it. Proud I even came up with the words on the blank page!
I showed it to my mentor from my writing classes, who is an author, and she was proud of me. I am critical of myself. Looking at it now, I see places where I could trim, and add more. I am under the 1,200 words, but it’s still an inspirational story. Ah.. we will see. At least I am writing!
I have two stories in progress, and am thinking of another. Though it’s more of an autobiographical about my great-grandmother, she helped raise me as a child. The many stories I am gathering now from my mother– the trials and struggles– wow! She worked hard, and lived through a lot.
Aside from this, I want to write an ethical will for my children. I haven’t decided if I want to write separate ones– one for my son, and another for my daughter. Or just one.
Working on some poetry too!