This time I had a poem published in an anthology, Bear the Pall: Stories and Poems About the Loss of a Parent.
Bear the Pall: Stories and poems about the loss of a parent
I was actually published a couple months ago but I’ve been keeping it on the down low. The poem I wrote, Hate, was never meant to see the light of day. The pain I divulged and the turbulence I expected it to created kept me from talking about it at all. But the reception was amazing. The editor has been very supportive, the other authors have been fantastic, and of course, everyone’s contributions have been incredibly heartfelt and touching.
And, frankly, reception from friends and family has been more positive than I expected. It’s rare that my heart is knee deep in my stories. So having a poem that had nothing but me in it and the possibility of losing friends when they saw the monster I hide from the world, and the possibility of family reading it and seeing me for the dick I am, I expected the worst.
So buy a copy. Read my poem. Read others’ contributions. They’re all amazing. Have a box of tissues at the ready.
My novel, Among Others, which I entered in Amazon.com’s Breakthrough Novel Award Contest, has made it to the Quarterfinals. That means my novel has made it through the whittling down from 5000 fiction novels to 250 novels. WOW!
Based on pitch and excerpt, Among Others is in the top 5% of the entrants. But there’s more…
Not only does my book move to the next level in the contest. I also received professional reviews of my excerpt (aka my first two chapters). Wanna know what they said? Well, too bad. I’m going to share them with you anyway!
for pdf version of the two reviews I speak of.
I would have been happy with terrible reviews. Truthfully! I would be almost as happy as I am right now if they both said they wanted their 15 minutes of reading time back and that I need to quite writing and stop wasting everyone’s time. Two important people read my excerpt and thought my story was good so far.
My friend Michael Tyburski once said to me that when getting reviews of the plays he starred in, if you get one shout out, a single solitary shout out in the play that is NEUTRAL, just neutral, you’ve succeeded. If you get more than that, you have to go buy a bigger hat to fit that giant head and inflated ego.
Low and behold, I won my first writing contest. First place even! Granted, the contestants were probably myself and some poor old senile lady. But I beat that poor old senile lady, and I’m considering that a major win no matter how bad a person that makes me.
For details about the contest: http://libguides.cabq.gov/mn
If you want to read the story that will some day make me famous? http://noobwriterblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/us-and-them.html
I’m pumped! This almost makes me a legitimate writer.