I was invited to an anthology.
No, that’s not quite right. I looked up from my food, as Jim Curtis said, “You need to write more.”
I cleverly replied, “What?” He looked at me. I looked at him. “Uh… I haven’t gotten the latest chapter to you to beta, but I am working on it…”
“No, I need you to write something 8,000 words.”
“Jim, I haven’t figured out how to write a sequel, and you want me to learn to write a short story?”
“Yep. I’ll shoot you the anthology contract.”
“But… but…” To no avail. Apparently, somebody had decided that the North Texas Writers, Pilots, and Shooter’s Association was going to have an anthology with a story from each of its members, and I had been entirely too interested in the food, and fixing a hot cuppa, to notice this plotting going on around the dinner table and duck out in time.
Fortunately, there’s some good advice buried in the archive here. Read this, and pray for me…