There’s a new entry on Lumisilla mailla, the blog I write with my friend Susanna. I’m really enjoying making this blog with her. It feels like the cardboard “mailboxes” my childhood best friend and I kept on our front porches, and we’d write notes to each other and run across the street and pop them in. Even though Susanna and I talk regularly, there’s something especially sweet about writing a blog together, this transatlantic collaboration.
I submitted two stories last week, something I hadn’t done since August (August!). I casually mentioned to my husband when I could expect to get my rejections, and that prompted a discussion between us about expectations. Where he thought I was being pessimistic, I thought I was being realistic. After crowdsourcing some opinions on Twitter, I decided that there is a faint line between realism and pessimism and, while I was not being actively pessimistic, I could stand to nudge my writing hopes up slightly higher than they normally go.
Also, one of the stories I submitted was my favourite one from my time with my Humber mentor. I finished work on it two months ago and have been hiding from the world, apparently. It seems I’m pretty protective of my favourites.