A Story A Week: Little Gecko

I did write a story this week. I promise.

It's about a gecko on a window ledge. A child sees it and wonders where the gecko will go when it snows. The child imagines a mommy gecko waiting for the little gecko in their crack-in-the-wall home. The mommy is ready to wrap him in a warm blanket and give him hot cocoa to drink by the warm fire ... and so on and so forth. I unbiasedly think it's a cute, fun story.

It's short, only 160 words, but I'm not going to post it here because I'm hoping to submit it to a children's magazine. This will be my first submission to a magazine ... which is slightly scary, just because it's a whole new part of publishing that I don't know much about.

I wonder how a magazine rejection will feel. Worse than a novel rejection, because there are only so many magazines out there? Not as bad, because it took me days to write and polish Little Gecko as opposed to the months and years I've spent on novels?

The Little Gecko story is not a new one. In fact, I wrote it down once before. But it was so long ago that I can't find the Word document I put it in. The words have been sitting in my head for years, so it wasn't hard to write them down again.

Feeling kind of low energy lately, if you can't tell from the blah-blah-blahness of this blog post. I've been staying up late watching Olympic Ice Dancing. Oh my gosh, I loved the Canadians that won gold. I'm not Canadian, and I felt a little unpatriotic, but I was rooting for them all the way. Watching them was like watching someone make milk chocolate. Fluid.