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I’m giving thanks to lots and lots of things and people and ideals and joys this week, as are most of us, I’m sure. But the truth is, I can hardly articulate how thankful I am, especially this year, for those around me, so I’m going to skip even trying and say that if you’re reading this blog, the chances are very very good that you’re one of the people who makes me heart beat and my spirit flutter and my brain go ga-ga, and I’m grateful to you for that.

I’m also grateful in a professional sense to all the editors who took a chance on my work this year, to all the readers who read it, and to all the reviewers who loved or hated something I wrote. If you plunked down money for anything, anything, that had my stories in it this year, then thank you. If you paid me money for anything that I wrote, then thank you as well. If you read for free, or responded to a story, or critted a piece, or anything at all, then thank you too. I mean it.

Two things to be especially thankful for this week are:

  • My short story, “How to Learn a Language,” has been accepted by Storyglossia magazine. (Thanks goes to Liz Prato, whose fantastic story, “I See You in the Bright Light,” introduced me to this great publication). The story is scheduled to appear in issue #38, which will come out in February.
  • And the big-big-big news is that my story, “Trill,” has been selected as the winner of Anthology Builder’s Match-that-Artwork contest! I… have no words for how happy this makes me. The judges are some of my favorite authors, and as part of winning, I got to read their comments about the story, which was pretty fantastic. “Trill” is one of those stories that makes people uncomfortable — and you could tell that it even made the judges uncomfortable. One of the judges said, “My hat goes off to the execution of this tale. It’s an 8 or a 9 out of 10.
    But the content is too horrific and distasteful for me,” — and rightfully so. It’s the kind of story that scared the crap out of me while I was writing it, to the point that I kept thinking, “Can I actually write this? Can I actually tell this story?” And it turns out, I could and can. And, better yet, the judges were able to see the quality of the story despite its gruesome take on the topic. They’re going to publish the story online, so you should be able to read it soon (and you can also include it in an anthology, if you want to go that route and support this very cool publisher!).

Gratitude, gratitude, everywhere. I am stuffed with it.

Kiss kiss bang bang, s.


PS — Cool image by this artist.