Rocktober started with two stories getting published, and in nice bookend fashion, it's ending with two more stories finding their way into the world.
Earlier this week I posted news about a new story over at Twelve Stories.
And today I have another story -- called "Glad We're Not Poets" -- up at Waccamaw.
(Also included in the fiction section of the issue: Jensen Beach [Hobart web editor], Ted Chiles, Rachel Furey, Greg Gerke and Zachary Vickers. Plus there's a generous helping of essays and poetry.)
Nothing for months and months and months and then wow -- four stories in a month. I'm trying to bask in it while also realizing that this is rare, especially for someone who writes as slowly and infrequently as I do.
So yeah, for now: basking. And how long is it socially acceptable for one to bask?