I wrote a short horror story and submitted it to Tor just now. I feel kind of bold and yet full of doubt at the same time.
The weird thing about writing it was the moment I felt myself cross the line from sanity into horror. There was a point in writing it where I stopped and had to make myself find a way to write the rest of it, crossing the line from what is reality into what is more than reality. Not like fiction and non-fiction but that thing a nice girl wouldn’t write.
Best wishes to me. Tor says it will be at least three months before I hear from them. Likely I will have forgotten about it all by then. In three months it will be the new year, 2015 and I will be 50 years old. A good time to cross lines.