So remember I told you that I submitted a short story for publication? Yeah, well, for some reason they thought it was good enough to buy. I guess I'm a real fiction writer now.
I got my check in the mail today. It's a small amount, but that's not the point; the fact that someone thought the ideas in my head that I scribbled into a computer were good enough to buy and share is a nice ego boost. I can't decide if I want to cash the check or frame it and hang it on the wall. Then, when I hit the big time, I can be all like "thanks for coming to visit and solicit writing advice, Stephen King. Would you like to see the first check I ever got? Follow me, it's in the museum wing."
The story will be available online when it is released, and I will be sure to link to it. It's very short, so you'll barely have to spend any time to pretend that you care. Also, I emphasize that the story has almost nothing at all to do with polar bears.
P.S. Oh look, Raymi posted another of my works of creative genius.