This past spring I worked on a short story based on the following quote:
"You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from."
Cormac McCarthy, "No Country for Old Men"
It was short and sad, and I honestly feel like it's one of the best things I've ever written. I submitted it to Write On Edge feeling sick and insecure. I haven't done much publishing, and each submission completely terrifies me still. But they accepted, and now I can see my words in print. I can hold them in my hand. I am a published author.
This is the first step in the direction I want the rest of my life to go. This is the beginning. This is my beginning, my precipice.
Watch me leap.