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Cathy C. Hallhttps://cathychall.wordpress.com/I write, write, write. Then I rewrite, rewrite, rewrite. THEN I submit all those polished-up words out into the world and sell 'em. It's a plan that's worked pretty well.

Take A Card, Any Card

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When I saw the little, itty-bitty box in the mail today, I had no idea what was inside. That’s the great thing about getting older…I’m constantly surprised!

Anyway, it was my blog cards!

Sure, I could just tell friends and family about the blog. But here’s the thing. Nobody remembers details like a web address. Even if most of it is your own name. (Maybe that’s just my friends and family…) Still, then you have to look around for a pen and end up using your lipstick to write on the back of a takeout menu you really, really needed for supper tonight.

For eight bucks and change, not to mention the brilliant fun of playing with designs and such, I’ve got these great cards with my blog info. Actually, I have cards with my name and picture, too, since I read somewhere that when one attends a writer’s conference, one should have a card with photo, in order to promote oneself in a memorable manner. And friends, I am all about the promotion. Especially when it comes so, how shall I put it? Well, cheap.

Now all the terribly important people I hobnob with on my way to Fame and Fortune can find me, one way or another.

Assuming they don’t lose my card(s).

Finding Something Fridays Begins

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I don’t know what other writers do on Fridays, but Cathy C. Hall spends her Fridays finding something. (Mostly because the beneficent Mr. Hall is underfoot on Fridays. And since I’m rather keen on his beneficence, I try not to complain about his underfoot-ness. Even though I can’t possibly concentrate enough to write brilliant, much less scathingly so, pieces of perfection.)


So I wander around on Fridays, finding things…overdue library books, sticky notes with terribly important messages, candy under the couch cushions… Today I found writing markets.

One particular market, Everyday Fiction (http://www.everydayfiction.com/) was exactly what I’d been looking for! Not too la-ti-da, seeking short fiction (1,000 words or less) and published on the wonderful web with a link to your website. It just so happens that much of my fiction is tantalizingly short and leaning to the genre side. Kind of heavy on the horror, hold the literary, please.

The Fortune may be small, but the Fame factor is not. Think of all those lovely readers clicking on the link to Cathy C.’s Hall of Fame. It boggles the mind.

Not that Everyday Fiction has accepted my little works yet. But wouldn’t it be keen if they did? Then I could pay the fine on my overdue library book. If I ever find it.