On Wednesday I reached out to the editor who has been in charge of assigning prayers for Bread for the Day, a devotion book. I've been writing prayers for the project since 2011, and I've really liked that writing assignment.
Well, I won't be doing it this year, not for that project. The editor has already assigned the prayers. He wrote me a very nice e-mail saying that he tries to keep the roster of writers varied and thus adds 4-5 new people each year. There are only 12 openings for writers.
I felt a sadness all out of proportion. It's the writing job that pays least well--second to least, if we count contributor copies. There's not a lot of exposure. It won't lead to a great full-time possibility.
But I liked it. And lurking in the background is that demon of self-loathing, always ready to speak up: why did I write for the past several years only to be excluded this year?
My demon wanted to submerge me, but I dusted myself off and polished my Living Lutheran blog posts that were due by the end of this month.
And yesterday's mail brought good news. Back in November, I submitted a manuscript, Life in the Holocene Extinction, to the Concrete Wolf chapbook contest. While I didn't win publication, I did win the First Runner Up title (go here to see the complete list). Plus, I got a wonderfully supportive note.
It gives me encouragement to keep sending manuscripts out. And so I will--there are some March contests which look interesting . . . stay tuned!
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