Anthology | Cathy C. Hall Writes

If I’m being perfectly honest, there’s quite a few things I’d never tell. But for the sake of Finding Something Friday I will tell you what I found.

If you zip over to Poets and Writers here you’ll find the listings for January and February. And if you look closely, you’ll find the listing for an anthology market: Things I’d Never Tell my Mother. Apparently, someone thinks people would like to read stories about things you’d never tell your mother. Humorous or heartbreaking things, or maybe some of the scary things you did. Like a midnight ride on a motorcycle that didn’t have any headlights. With a guy you just met. Out in the middle of nowhere. Heading to Lord-only-knows-where. Not that I would ever in a million years do something like that. Not for all the Fame or Fortune in the world.

But if I did do something like that, I’d never tell. Even if I could use a psuedonym. (Which you can if you send your story in to Things I’d Never Tell my Mother.)

I know they say that patience is a virtue. It’s just that I’m not that virtuous…patience-wise.

When I found an email, Subject: Christmas Traditions Status, I was hoping to hear that Wheee! My story had been selected for said anthology. Fame! Fortune! Happy New Year to me! But no. The editor did say that she had culled down her entries and that my story was in the running (along with 200 others). She also reiterated that there is still time to send a (or another, I suppose) brilliant holiday tradition story, as long as you get it in by January 5th. If you look back at November 26th, you can get all the info you need about this market. I’m just saying-

And since we’re talking in sayings, here’s another one: “He who hesitates is lost.” Now change the “lost” to “loses” and you’ll found out what happens if you don’t send in your brilliant speculative fiction to SFReader (or to be precise, their contest) by December 31st, midnight. I’m just saying-

And while I’m at it, I’ll add another well-known saying: A winner never quits and a quitter just sits around whining about how she would have won if only she’d submitted something brilliant.

Or maybe that’s just well-known to Cathy C. Hall. But I’m sure you can relate. I’m just saying-