I’m halfway to my goal of thirty submissions this year. It’s taken me two months longer than it should have, but I did it, and I have to say that even if I don’t get any closer to thirty, I’m dang proud of myself.
Not only have I submitted fifteen pieces in eight months, I’ve gotten two of them accepted and published (Not Just Another Love Story comes out this fall). When I planned this journey out, I thought I would be pushing my limits in terms of genres I was writing in and teaching myself how to write on a deadline. Actually getting published this way never really entered my mind.
So when people ask me what I’ve done this year?
I expanded my horizons and wrote in more genres than I can count.
I wrote and submitted over 181,000 words so far this year.
I got my name and work in front of editors at eleven different publishers.
And I got published, dang it!