Last Monday I woke up with a feeling. A writerly feeling. It's a feeling I get from time to time.
The feeling was this: I'm going to get some good writing-related news today.
Now, usually (that is, 99.9 percent of the time) the feeling doesn't equate to something actually happening. The feeling and the day passes.
But on this particular Monday, I got a phone call from Glimmer Train in the afternoon. The magazine accepted my short story "A Matter of Twenty-Four Hours" (a story, by the way, that had been rejected by multiple magazines).
Then, on Friday, I wrapped up the final edits for BELIEVERS. And damn, that felt good.
A good week indeed.