"The Utter Proximity of God"

I cannot sufficiently elucidate my giddy lightheadedness. I have been walking into doors the past couple of days.

Dora Goss and Delia Sherman bought my short story, “The Utter Proximity of God”, for their Interfictions Anthology. Which means it’ll come out in a year, in a fricking book, which unless I am mistaken will be distributed by the very small publisher for whom I intern. My first ‘pro’ sale. To sweeten the buzz of this nitreous high, I realize the story I sold is actually the one that, at the moment at least, I consider to be my best work to date—mostly because it’s my first serious (meaning: post-Odyssey) attempt at magic realism.