When my older son was born, my desire to write returned after a ten year hiatus. The impetus for this renewed interest came one evening at a local independent bookstore called Third Place Books. On a whim I went to hear a group of women who had published a collection of essays about motherhood. Sitting in the gathered crowd, I hung on their every word. These authors were writing and reading about my life. With their words, I heard my writing voice returning in my head. The powerful experience of giving birth, of being responsible for another human being — basically of being a mother — sent me searching for something upon which I could anchor my thoughts. After the reading I immediately went home and searched the web for the site that these women started and from which they had culled the essays for their book. This is how I found Literary Mama.
As a starting place, I decided to uncover a short story I originally wrote in a Creative Writing workshop in college. My instructor told me at that time that I should think about publishing it. I clung to her compliment for ten years — toting my hard copy of the story to and from Japan twice, moving it from apartment to apartment during my twenties. Now, at night after my son went to sleep I transfered the words from my tattered hard copy into the modern world of my computer. I made some revisions, submitted the story and received a rejection from Glitter Train.
I put it through a critique in an online workshop I took. Again, I received positive feedback from the instructor. I tried submitting it again — this time to Literary Mama. And, this is how my story, Broken Mug, came to live in the world outside of my computer.