I have two stories I almost posted here. One called "God" which is about the deity visiting a couple kids on the playground. The other is "Lost Town", a story about a teenage runaway's experience as a homosexual prostitute. However, at the last minute I decided to send them off to try and publish them. If you want to read either one, let me know and I will be happy to email either or both to you. I can't publish them here, because then the magazine would consider them as having been previously published.
A couple years ago, a few writers in one of the groups I attended were unwilling to put anything on the net. Not because they were concerned about the publishing rights, but because they were afraid someone could come along and steal their work. I've thought about that. However, if I'm having trouble getting stuff accepted, it would surprise me to find someone else having success. I remember a now defunct online magazine known as "Shadowfeast" published one of my stories. I googled it later and was stunned to find that someone in Great Britain had taken the tale off the site and published it on his website as well. He even gave me credit. I was flattered.
So here's to the two magazines about to receive my tales. Here's to electronic submission. It makes it so much easier to send stuff off. Finally, here's to Jon, home from the hospital today. I hope I see you on Thursday.
One last note. I am enormous. I am a corpulent mass that burbles as I pull myself from chair to chair. So, for the twelfth time, I am joining Weight Watchers this coming Monday. I will not be asking them to tell me my current weight, I do not want to know. Nor will I be making note of how much I lose a week. I don't want to know that as well. Instead, I will tell them that when I hit fifty pounds...we'll celebrate. Not before. I say that now, but we'll see how I feel about this all on Monday.