Sometimes, I make up silly stories and they just don't "work". For some reason, the oddments and bits don't gel; they don't come together and construct a cohesive whole. When it does work, it borders on magic. Writers--especially those who write speculative fiction--know the feeling.
Sometimes, I wait until I arrive at school to check my email inbox.
Today, I received an acceptance from Shimmer for my short story, "The House was Never a Castle".
Today, I nearly had a heart attack in my classroom. Thank goodness school had yet to start.
I've lost track of my submissions to Shimmer. I'm sure the total is embarrassingly high. I'm not the sort who cranks a home run on his first at bat. Maybe better that I'm not. But today I feel like words can work magic.
*So, yeah, I have this work in progress on a short piece involving a barge on the Congo River, an almost man who eats beetles, and a monster in the water...just sayin' since it's technically WIP Wednesday.