Maybe it's not a fluke. Maybe I actually can write. Maybe, just maybe, I might even make it in the writing business!
Ever ambitious, I decided I was going to take a break from writing my 'Big Novel' and pump out a novella. I thought maybe if I submitted it now, it might be a good follow-up for "The New Flesh." Well, my novella, "Fevered Hills" has been accepted, the contract has been signed, and, just like when Greg Gifune called me up one day and told me he'd like to publish my novel, I am once again stunned. I am used to sending stories out to various publications and then waiting for months for them to be rejected. This one was accepted in record time! It really is amazing.
Then, as I did with Greg, I gave my new novella editor, Dave Thomas, a bit of a personal rant during our email correspondence and he let slip that my three-year plan to become a full-time writer might even be possible! Well fine then. I don't believe in setting realistic goals for myself. How about two years? One?