After feeling quite crappy for the past few weeks, I've been cheered up by some rewards for my hard work. The big news is that I received an email from a literary magazine, saying they want to include my story in their October issue! I will give details when it's actually published, but I don't want to jinx it; they asked me to confirm that the story hasn't been published elsewhere and that I accept their terms and conditions (it hasn't and I do!) and said they will send a more detailed email, but I've no idea if anything can/will go wrong. It might be unlikely, but I would rather keep quiet until it's a dead cert. Needless to say, I am thrilled.
If all goes well, this means that I can tick off another of my New Year's Resolutions: to get published. Technically, I've written some columns for a local newspaper so have technically been published, but I meant the resolution to refer to my fiction. Getting some Fabulous Rejections has been encouraging, but getting an acceptance makes the hassle of submitting work and the disappointment of form rejections worth the effort.
I'm also feeling pretty pleased with myself because I managed to run 5 miles on Sunday. I did it on my treadmill and was incredibly slow, but as I'm very overweight and struggled to run for 10 minutes at the start of this year, I'm happy with my progress. It also earned me a reward: I allowed myself to buy a book! I'm getting Bark by Lorrie Moore, which has been on my wishlist since before it came out.
Rewards reassure me that I'm on the right track to achieving my goals. They also motivate me to work harder and achieve more. Rewards from other people, that are out of my control, are awesome. They give me a great buzz. However, giving myself rewards is also important; it reminds me that I'm progressing (even if others don't notice or care) and feels pretty damn good!