...and the sign says?

...well it was more like an e-mail and not an actual sign. It went a little something like this

"Faith In The Moonlight is scheduled for publication in the July 2011 issue of CONCEIT MAGAZINE."

That's right! I'm getting a short story published. If that's not sign to keep going I don't know what is!

Sorry to keep everyone waiting. I'm a writer. I need to build suspense! I debated about punking everyone by saying that the sign was that I was pregnant and that it meant I should give up writing to focus on my family. But some things should just not be joked about.

Anyway, the story is not getting published until next year but I'm asking everyone to considering supporting CONCEIT MAGAZINE now. They had faith in me and my story. They've helped me realize that I still want to write and that it's worth the effort because someone out there is reading.

CONCEIT MAGAZINE is on myspace and on facebook. Stop by and check them out. Consider ordering an issue to support writers and literary magazines!

The sign...

When I last wrote, I mentioned all the major changes currently going on in my life and all of the things I thought might be occurring in the near future. I've spent the last month or so contemplating on whether or not writing fit into that plan.
I'm a crazy person who believes in fate. I also believe if you want something bad enough you can make it yours because it is your destiny. And if you had asked me five years ago, when I first started this blog, I would have told you that being a writer was my destiny. I wanted it bad. I blogged on a regular basis about writing for the school paper, taking writing classes, writing comic reviews, writing freelance fiction articles, starting a novel with my best friend, writing comic book scripts, writing short stories, completing my first novel, going to my first (and only) writing convention, the countless submissions, the hundreds (literally) of rejection letters and getting my first piece of fiction published.
It's been amazing but over the past few years priorities changed for me. And while my personal life has gone from depressing to blissful, writing has fallen to the side.
And I've went back and forth about whether it was time to just let go.
Yet, I held on for some reason. And yes, while I believe in fate and destiny, I also believe in signs. I kept looking for one but nothing.
So I made a deal with myself to put this internal writing struggle to an end. I would make my own sign. Jenni had sent me a link a while back to a writing contest with a December deadline. The deal I made was that I would write something new or take something old, whatever I thought was my best piece of work, and I will send it. If it makes it, I will continue to write. If not, then I am retiring.

But before I could even get that far the sign came...