I wanted to share this lovely essay by my friend Charles McLeod, whom I’ve blogged about before.
Over on The Quivering Pen, Charlie writes about publishing his first story at the same time his dad unexpectedly dies of sepsis.
Here’s a teaser:
The copy of The Iowa Review that contained my story was among the titles. It was the first time I’d seen the issue. It was late at night, deep winter, and no one else was around, and if I’d felt my dad’s presence every second since his death, that presence was all the more pronounced as I stood there in the half-dark, staring at the magazine’s title.
The Quivering Pen does a semi-regular feature called “My First Time”; QP says: “writers talk about virgin experiences in their writing and publishing careers, ranging from their first rejection to the moment of holding their first published book in their hands.”
Good stuff, methinks. I might just submit something.
I hope you enjoy the essay.