Nothing to See Here, Move Along
The next afternoon I spent hours looking for places to
submit my short story. I’d spent months writing and rewriting the story until I
was sure I had it just right. I was
psyched.
I found two likely publishers and submitted the files.
I said to the dog, “I’m gonna read this one more time, and
put it away until I hear back. No more edits.” I opened the file.
And that’s when I saw it. A typo in the very first line of
the story, a story I’d read and reread at least twenty times.
Having a typo in the first line drastically reduced the
chances the editor would read the second, or so I’d been told.
I let out a string of curses that sent the dog slinking out
of the room.
“#$%^&##!!” I said to the cat. “I can’t believe I didn’t
catch that mistake.”
“*&^&^^#@,” he hissed back in agreement.
When I got done cursing myself, I put things in perspective.
I sent the editors an email asking them to ignore my previous submission, and
consider a revised attachment.
Not all mistakes are so easily corrected, and some situations
are harder than others to put right.
“But when I can,” I said to the cat, “I want to correct my
mistakes, admit I’m human, and move on.”
Today I will correct my mistakes and move on.
Novella is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters
and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
Other
works by Ken Montrose are available at:
• https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B001K8MG0S
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