I had an email yesterday from Yours, who want to buy a short story I wrote last July. I started writing short stories in early 2008 and this is my second sale, the first was a story I wrote last April which I sold to The Weekly News last October. Both sales have been thrilling and cause for much jumping up and down and whooping and phoning/texting/emailing friends and family. But the feeling has also been qualitatively different. The first time it felt a bit like a fluke or beginner's luck. This time I found myself wide awake at 3 am, thinking 'blimey, maybe I CAN do this writing thing.'
Two notches on my womag bedpost is twice as good as one. I'd like at least one more by summer, so that when I submit my novel to agents again, my writing CV will look much more impressive than it did last time round. Here's hoping.