So, I went to visit my book at one of its four homes, at what some might say is its best address, (22 Yorkville, donchaknow) and I found it in a display devoted to Canadian authors. Here it is:
Hey - there's that distinctive turquoise spine! Let's go in for a closer look:
That, up there? That's just a picture of my dream come true! I'm the meat/meat alternative in a Davies-Munro sandwich! Oh, and there's two more favourites, Annabel by Kathleen Winter and Life Before Man by Margaret Atwood!
As if there was any doubt, here's how I left things:
And no, Padma Viswanathan, I've decided that I don't feel bad about stealing your spotlight.* You found a publisher that wanted to print your book in hardcover and you were shortlisted for the Giller.
*That's a lie though. I kind of do feel bad. We're sort of sharing the spotlight though, right? See how I left your book out there?
William Patterson U's literary journal published their online version of Issue 7, titled incidental and a story of mine is included. Here's a pretty good example of how long this writing/publishing thing can sometimes take. I wrote Riesenrad about five years ago, and it got rejected pretty widely about four and a half years ago. So, I put it in the folder marked like this-
( sad face file)
-with all the other stories that nobody loved. Every now and then, I'd take it out, read it, and depending on my mood, I'd either work on it or feel like a total loser-failure for writing such a crap story. Then, late last spring, on some kind of high of self-confidence, I put the newly edited piece into another round of submissions. It was rejected some more and then accepted last fall by William Patterson's Map Literary. Five years this story has been around! And you'd think, that after that many years, it could be a whole novel by now, but no, It's just a short little story about a bad trip (not the drug variety) and a few other sad things. So, check it out at Map Literary if you have ten minutes or so.
Erin Bedford, writer.