That I will truthfully be able to answer “Yes” to anyone who asks me if any of my stories have been published yet.
I will be able to nod meekly and smile knowingly about how wonderful it feels to see my words in print. I will look down timidly, like Lady Di used to do, and say “Oh, it’s nothing really…”
Then when they leave the room (I’m not quite sure yet where this is all taking place, maybe at some kind of writers’ fair thing in a big castle in Scotland) I’ll start jumping up and down, doing wonky cartwheels, laughing hysterically, then screaming at the top of my voice:
I’M A PUBLISHED AUTHOR, I’M A PUBLISHED AUTHOR…. over and over until some other writerly person enters that fancy high-ceilinged room and I will lower my eyes demurely once more.
This is all highly hypothetical of course. Except the part about having a story published today. I already bragged about it a while back. And I’m doing it again today although I swore to you then that I absolutely hate bragging.
But just in case you arrived late at this bloggers’ party or skipped over that last post with a look of disdain on your face, here I go again. Yes, you can yawn all like, I know I am repeating myself.
My story is within an anthology and this is what it looks like:
And this is the blurb:
Come along for a chilling ride on a ghost ship, experience eerie daydreams and psychotic killers, explore haunted houses, and send the deceased to their final destination.
And that’s just a quarter of the thrills.
Edited and compiled by Amazon bestselling author Dan Alatorre, this anthology of scary tales brings together the minds and pens of twenty authors, including bestseller Allison Maruska (The Fourth Descendant), bestselling author Jenifer Ruff (Everett), Lucy Brazier (PorterGirl), J. A. Allen, Juliet Nubel (THAT’S ME, FOLKS!), TA Henry, Ann Marie Andrus, Heather Hackett, Barbara Anne Helberg, Scott Skipper, Joanne Larner, Christine Valentor, Adele Marie Park, Curtis Bausse, Annette Robinson, Frank Parker, Eric Daniel Clarke, and Maribel C. Pagan.
Perfect for Halloween or any time, these stories will make you think twice before walking alone on the beach at night, reading a diary, or innocently watching a train from your car.
And a reviewer already had this to say about it.
“I don’t recall any compilation I’ve read in the distant past bringing forth the range of emotions that these did, and believe me I’m too old for hormones to have played a part in that!”
By the way, HERE is where you can find it.
I can even sign your copy if you order the paperback version. No obligation there. Yes, of course I’ll do yours, Mum.
No pressure. I’m not a pushy pain-in-the-bum saleswoman. Really. But if you want to tell your friends about it too then please feel free to do so.
I recently watched an interview where best-selling British author Louise Jensen talked about how she used to think that ‘real writers’ lived on clouds. I know exactly what she meant by that. But today I am definitely sitting on a huge, fat, fluffy one, formed into the shape of a number nine. I’m sure I’ll fall off it in a couple of days, but for the moment I am very happy up here.
The first time is always the best.