I got the email yesterday.
Back in March, I sent in the first two chapters of Course Corrections and an outline of the rest with my application to Viable Paradise XV. It's a week-long writing workshop on Martha's Vinyard and the teaching staff includes some big-name science fiction authors and editors.
I'd been waiting for them to decline, so I could get on with my life. I'm getting toward the end of the sequel, after all.
But they didn't.
I got in.
So now I'd like to say something to the Literature Department professors at the college I attended:
"We don't think we can help you..." they said.
Twenty years to get my courage back. Twenty years.
Tagging as "self-therapy." :D