After a while of receiving rejections (by a while, I mean three years) they don’t hurt much anymore. You expect a certain number from time to time and it’s not surprising. Part of the game.

What you don’t expect is an acceptance. I had to read mine from Little Blue Marble three times before it really sank in.

Today, my first short story was published. It’s a pretty short one, my answer to climate defeatism, and attitude that makes me ranty. I tend to say that in my day, when something was broken, we fixed it, we didn’t give up on it. I was born in the eighties, so that’s not actually true, but it sounds like a thing people say.

Anyway, go and read my story.