And the Universe Conspires to Surprise, Yet Again
Amazing news—I received word today that Finishing Line Press of Georgetown, Kentucky is interested in publishing my chapbook, The Hours of Us. This is the short (27-30 page) manuscript I have been working to expand into a longer book. New Year's Day, I typed the cover letter as part of my submission to their 2007 New Women's Voices Competition and, lo and behold, while I didn't win that, they want to publish the manuscript anyway. I am waiting for additional contract information but I can't believe I won't say yes. I do have to ask: why is it every time I'm ready to throw in the writing towel something happens to keep me working with words? Is this karma? Serendipity? Simply WTF?
