A second of my stories are walking the world, waiting to be liked or discarded. This one wasn’t sent by email but by regular mail. It was strangely disconcerting. This particular paper submission needed to be printed single-sided, stapeled in the top left-hand corner and accompanied with three important items:

  1. Cover letter detailing my publishing history.
  2. A stamped, addressed envelop with sufficient postage to return the manuscript to me shopuld I be unsuccessful. (I’m hoping that the readers scribble on the manuscript as they read so that there might be something there for me to learn from. Feedback forensics: my new hobby.
  3. A stamped, addressed postcard for acknowledging receipt of the manuscript.

The last one almost had me stumped. You can’t buy postcards in Gorgie, it turns out. I was running around, dressed for winter  on a day of sweltering and unexpected September heat, looking for a postcard. You know the kind of thing: it has a picture on one side and space for your own message and an address on the other. I could find all kinds of gift and event cards, but that wasn’t what I needed.

In the end, I found one at home. It was black and white and featured at cat in sunglasses. Not quite the image I wanted  but it had to do. I’m now waiting eagerly for it to come back to me.

Here, puss, puss, puss, come here.