Received in the mail today: my contributor’s copy, payment, and publishing contract for “At Long Last, Love,” a short story in the anthology From the Porch Swing: memories of our grandparents. (If you look closely, you can see that I was paid the princely sum of ten whole dollars.)
One day, I hope to be prolific and successful enough as a writer that a small thing like this will merit no special celebration. But for now, it’s still a novelty. So there you go.
Yay! Congrats!
Thanks, Corby. You can also read about how I sold this story.