A couple of years ago, I started writing fiction. It was going pretty well, but right before I started submitting some of my work for publication, I just stopped. A couple of years and a couple of computer crashes later, I feared some of my work lost.
It was not. A backup that I thought had been corrupted contained the set of short stories I was trying to find. I was going to submit a couple of these, but did not when I stopped writing. Now that so much time has gone by, I’ll be able to read the works objectively and see if they are worth the effort — any effort, really.
One or two might make the cut. Once they get some rewrites and polishing, I think I will send them out to editors for publication. Even if they are rejected by editor after editor, I might be fortunate enough to get some critical feedback. Instead of just a rejection, a few words of direction would help out. And if someone actually publishes one… it will be time to celebrate.
I do enjoy writing, and if I were to ever see my work in print (published by someone other than myself), I would be thrilled. That would be too cool.
