Awhile back, my good writing friend Donna sent me the link to a holiday contest story with two prizes (1st and 2nd) and 13 finalists, all of which would be published in an anthology. I sent in a story, hoping to be one of the finalists. This morning I woke to an email notifying me that I have won 2nd place! I squealed for a full 5 minutes, something that is totally out of character for me. Lady even came running in to see what was wrong with Mommy!
Obviously, I am pleased (to put it mildly), but things are happening almost too fast for me. Getting some stories accepted, the book contract, and now this---it's just hard to take it all in. How do I explain how painfully shy I have always been about being in the spotlight? Just seeing my name and the kind comments on their website (http://www.wordsofbelief.com/--- look left and click on contest winners) made me squirm. And there is the prospect of marketing Where Is Papa's Shining Star? and, hopefully, its sequel. It must be done---and I wish I had a clone to do it!
Can an old dog learn new tricks? I'm not sure. Maybe the question should be, does an old dog want to learn new tricks? I feel rather like I've been caught in an avalanche and am not sure I really want to be rescued!
Someone send out a St. Bernard with a keg full of courage!