This is the feeling that keeps me writing. The email that accepts a story for publication. Although it might not seem like it, I’ve been writing fiction since about 1974. Those first stories, scrawled on a school tablet, were my way of coping. After my mother’s remarriage, a move, and a verbally abusive step-father came into the picture, I began writing. My first published stories (which I don’t count) were in my high school newspaper. I won a state-wide essay contest. I’d been bitten by the bug. For reasons I can’t go into here, I stopped submitting fiction until about 2006. Now I’m trying to catch up. Literary magazines have a backlog. So do I. A story I’d tried to publish a couple of times, “Friday before Senior Year,” has just been accepted by The Corner Bar . I’m thrilled and pleased. You see, I’ve been working on a continuation of that story. Not the main character, but a secondary charac...
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