So, my local chapter of the League of Utah Writers, the Infinite Monkeys, is putting an anthology together. The deadline was Dec. 31st, and the editor, the handsome and hard-working Paul Genesse, posted a three-hour-deadline warning on the Facebook page. I responded, "Yeah, I'm not making this unless you want a Steaming Pile of Weird." And of course everyone said YES SEND US THE STEAMING PILE OF WEIRD.
So I looked at the Steaming Pile of Weird I had been going to send, decided that story really deserves to be its Own Thing and also much longer than its under-1000-word length, and looked at what else I had. I wrote a thing last year for Codex Weekend Warrior where a werewolf traps himself in a painting Because Reasons, but the end never really came together for me. So I squinted at the comments again, thought "I think I can make this work," and rejiggered it. I sent the 1100-word story in with something like 20 minutes to spare. This just goes to show what you can do under deadline pressure.
And thus "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Werewolf" has been accepted into the anthology. No payment but a copy of the antho, but I'm happy to be in it and add another book to my groaning Brag Shelf. CELEBRATE!