The benefactor
There are seven words that every writer hates hearing. “When are you going to be published?” My day job continues to get in the way of my professional development.
I received an email this weekend from a friend who periodically checks in. The last time I heard from him he was laughing and threatening to read my posts aloud in the city center of Rihyad to “liberate” women. “As usual, you are an incredible writer- you constantly have me rolling on the floor! Publish soon and let me know so I can PAY for the privilege of reading you!”
Three of my short stories were published in the WriteGirl anthology that is now available on Amazon, I think. My other piece that is part of an LA writers’ anthology is being shopped and if the houses kick it back, we’re going to self-publish. I’ve got tons of chick lit pitches floating around at the women’s mags as well as with the LAT and NYT. My big push is to get “Internet dating: A decade of bad coffee and backward screams” published. Yes, I actually have 10 years of Internet dating experience to talk about.
So, I’m getting published, slowly, but I’m not ready to quit my day job. But if you know of a handsome benefactor that would like to sponsor my unemployment while I pitch fulltime, let me know.