So, my brain had it set that today was Monday, not Tuesday, so I’m getting to post a bit late. I decided to take this week to do spring cleaning, so I’m off my routine, and keeping a routine has been the only way I’ve been able to decipher one day from another. But at least my house is clean.
Anyway, I bring good writing news!
First, my latest short story, As Far Away, was published in Gargoyle!
This is story is the most autobiographical I’ve ever written and probably ever will write. I wanted to explore that “going off to college” feeling, the excitement that can trickle into a unique type of fear, one of distance from all you’ve ever known. The character is different from me in virtually every way, and her mother is very different from my mother, but I wanted to bounce their characters off a very real situation. This was fun to write, but a little bit taxing for that reason: it’s a challenge to make someone who’s based off of you and your family member be *just different enough*. I hope I did that in this story. I like this one (I like all my stories, I guess), and I hope it will be included in the collection I’m working on.
And second, I was named one of the new Fiction Editors at The Rumpus! I’ve been a slush reader for about a year, and I am chuffed to bits and so honored to have been promoted. I’ll be heading up a group of stellar readers and helping determine what we’ll published (I can feel the power!). I’m mostly excited to amplify the voices of women and POC writers, which The Rumpus is known for publishing. This story, The Christmas Party, was one of my favorite stories I encountered as a reader; I was gobsmacked (in a good way) by the prose and the cinematic nature of the story. I don’t expect everyone who submits to write a story like this, but I was so engrossed and it made quite a lasting impression.
At times, I feel odd thinking about good things happening while we’re in this weird period of time. But it’s the only way I can maintain my sanity. Before I go to bed each night, I write down five things that I am grateful for that day; they can be simple things like the rain cleaning the walkway or huge things like the fact that a loved one has lived to see another year. This has helped me shift my focus to the things that make me feel good. It’s helped me not drown in anxiety. In fact, I confess that there are some days in which I forget what is happening in the world because I’m so focused on the good things that are going on in my life. Because there are good things. And I am so grateful for them.