It’s funny when you read about acceptances to anthologies you intended to submit something to but never got around to it, couldn’t come up with an idea you were happy enough with to flesh out, or just threw up your hands and screeched because life was coming at you at twelve thousand miles an hour. It happened today. I’ve been in anthologies with many of the authors that made it in. I’m happy for them all, of course, but a small part of me wants to say, “it’s not that I wasn’t invited to the party, I just decided not to go,” even though no explanation is necessary. And really, an explanation like that makes it sound as though I sent in four submissions and all of them got turned down…like the kid kicking the dirt and saying, “I didn’t want to go anyway.” But since this is where I can write about what I want…I honestly couldn’t come up with a premise I cared enough about to write that many words. Oh….and life got in the way. So now, I focus on the next batch of deadlines.