A call for submissions

Okay, okay… so, it’s actually a reminder about a call for submissions…

But, that’s just semantics, or something like that.

Anyway…

Silver Star Labs is still accepting submissions for the Father’s Words to their Children charitable project.  Please take a moment to click on this link, write something up, and submit it.  Not only is it an opportunity to get your words published but it is also for a good cause!

Plus!!  (But wait, there’s more…)

Silver Star has two more charitable projects you can contribute to as well:

Letters of Loss

Letter from Pets

Please consider submitting for any and all of these anthologies.  Your voices are what will make them great!

 

more writing opportunities

As I mentioned in my last post, where I talked about the open call for submissions to the fathers’ words to their children charitable project (which you still have time to be a part of), that crazy awesome little publishing company, Silver Star Labs, is also going to be doing two more anthologies for charity.

We (the wonderful blogging authors and authoring bloggers at SSL) are now also accepting submissions for a Letters of Loss anthology.  We’ve all experienced loss and we’ve all learned that there is no one right way to say goodbye, move on, hang on, mourn, remember, cherish, … all of it.  100% of the proceeds from the book will go to a charity that focuses on helping people with their grief.  For full details and to submit, CLICK HERE.

And, we are now also accepting submissions for a Letters from Pets anthology.  We fully expect this one to have a lighter spirit than the other two anthologies, but that certainly doesn’t mean your poem, prose, or other art can’t be serious.  What would your pet say to you?  You know you’ve thought about it before and now is your chance to write it out and have it included in a published work.  All proceeds from this book will go to a charity that works on the care and safety of animals.  For full details and to submit, CLICK HERE.

That’s three different chances to get your name associated with a published book.  That’s three different chances to help get some money to a worthy charity, to help with a good cause.  That’s three different projects you can do.  There’s no limit.  Do one, two, or all three.  We’d love to see your words and include them in the final publication.

As always, I’m (and we are) here to help.  Questions, comments, concerns?  Let me know.  Let’s do this thing!  Let’s make some great books!

Holding On

People ask me why I never married. I smile and say that marriage wasn’t meant to be. I’m sure that they wouldn’t want to hear that I was abused during the last 10 years of my relationship and likely would have died from the abuse had I married.

People ask me why I never had kids. I smile and say that having kids wasn’t meant to be. I’m sure that they wouldn’t want to hear that I don’t want to bring a child into this world. I was assaulted by my “best” friend. To impose that on my spawn..I mean offspring, or worse be the source, is not an option.

People ask me why I don’t have a pet. I smile and say that I’m never home. I ask how that is good for the pet. I’m sure that they don’t want to hear that to this day, I have nightmares about forgetting to feed it or let it out. I wake up in a cold sweat when I touch its lifeless pet corpse.

People ask me why I don’t have a plant. I smile and say that I don’t have the proper growing conditions along with a black thumb. I’m sure that they don’t want to hear that I’m toxic and can’t even keep a plant alive.

Last August, my brother-in-law died. When I returned, my coworkers presented me with a beautiful plant. It had purple flowers. I was touched. In order to diffuse my tears, I made a joke to take bets on the survival time. Little by little, the flowers tumbled.

Then there was one.

Since November, the flower held on. People laughed and I gave it representation to all of us who hold on, despite the roughest challenges.

My former department took my job. I have a new job that I love, so there, former department. The person who took the main function is intelligent but VERY immature. While training, she fiddled with things at my desk. She spilled water and just couldn’t sit still. At first I thought she was like me some xxx number of years ago, but no.

Last week, she came to ask a question. True to her fiddling form, she started playing with my flower (stop it).

The flower popped off.

In mid-sentence, my eyes and mouth opened huge and my hand clamped over my mouth to stifle what my brain wanted to say. All that escaped was a squeak.

Before I knew it, she was running to her desk and returned with tape. She taped the flower back on and said, “all better, now. It will never die.”

The plant’s leaves are still green. The plant is still alive, but the flower is receiving no nourishment. As much as it hurts me, I’m going to let the flower go. Being forced to hold on is not the same as holding on.

My fault. My guilt.

I shared something very personal, and very painful, today over at Stories That Must Not Die. It isn’t a happy read by any means, but if you are feeling up to it, please do give it a read.

Stories that Must Not Die

Guilt…

It follows no logic.  It knows nothing of common sense.  It cares not for forgiveness.  It persists even when we know we should set it aside.

Benjamin Button (Brad Pitt): Sometimes we’re on a collision course, and we just don’t know it. Whether it’s by accident or by design, there’s not a thing we can do about it. A woman in Paris was on her way to go shopping, but she had forgotten her coat – went back to get it. When she had gotten her coat, the phone had rung, so she’d stopped to answer it; talked for a couple of minutes. While the woman was on the phone, Daisy was rehearsing for a performance at the Paris Opera House. And while she was rehearsing, the woman, off the phone now, had gone outside to get a taxi. Now a taxi driver had dropped off a fare…

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inconceivable

The Little Prince is adorable.  That is crucial for you to understand for the rest of this story to make sense.  He’s one cute kid.  And I’m not just saying that because I’m his father.  Anytime we go someplace with him three or four people in separate instances will stop us to coo over him.  I’m not bragging, that’s just a fact.

Okay, I’m bragging a little bit.  But, can you blame me?

Those few bloggers who have been lucky enough to meet him in person can back me up here.  The Little Prince is adorable.

Got it?  Okay.

So, yesterday, the kiddo and I went to Petco, where the pets go, to grab some needed essentials for the royal kitties.  Troublemakers though they are, we still love them and take care of them since they are kind enough to let us share their home with them.  Anyway, we were checking out and the cashier rang us up with hardly any fuss at all.  She may have said something like, “Well hello their cutie, how are you today.”  And the Little Prince may have smiled at her and waved, because he does that, he knows how to flirt with the ladies.

He didn’t get that from me…

That’s not the point.  Right, stick with me, we are almost there.

As I was moving the cart away from the register towards the exit, I heard the same cashier go completely bananas over the patrons behind us in line.

“Oh, sweetie!!!  You are so adorable.  Yes you are.  Yes you are.”

She even dropped into some sort of baby talk that is usually reserved for the absolute cutest of the cutest.  I’m not exagerating.  It was cooing above and beyond the norm.

Surprised, and curious, I turned to see who could elicit such a response when the Little Prince hadn’t.

DogInCart

I nearly laughed right then and there, but was able to control myself until I had retreated to the privacy of the car.   I mean, I get it, it’s a pet store.  The employees had better enjoy animals if they are going to work there.  Sure.  Fine.

But the dog wasn’t even that cute!