September 30, 2006 @ 10:50 am

Received some good news this morning in a roundabout way.
My e-mail provider sent me a message a few days ago letting me know that they were moving servers, or doing an upgrade, or something, and I would be without access to my primary account until Monday. That’s a pretty long time to be without e-mail, but I didn’t really care. It’s the weeknd, I have my bachelor party today, and most people write to me during the week anyway.
So, I got up this morning, caught up on my RSS feeds, cruised a few websites, and happened upon the site for Naked Snake Press. They had posted the line-up for Salt, an anthology to which I had submitted my Newfoundland ghost story, "Twillingate." I was more than a little surprised to see my name on the list. I started jumping up and down, woohoo!-ing and wishing Kathryn was here (she’s at Head of the Trent today, some big to-do at the university).
Salt is a collection of ocean-themed stories to benefit the Surfrider Foundation. It’s coming out next month, which is really soon, and since I didn’t get an actual acceptance e-mail (probably because of the untimely outage mentioned above), it all comes as even bigger surprise. If I didn’t happen to check their website this morning, I probably wouldn’t have found out until Monday.
In an unusual coincidence, my future brother-in-law, Glenn, is on his way down from Ottawa this morning for my bachelor brouhaha, and "Twillingate" was inspired by the trip we all took to Newfoundland last year – where I asked Kathryn to marry me. This’ll be the first time I’ve seen the guy in months, and I owe him some thanks since he is obviously bringing some good luck with him today.
I guess timing really is everything. But who cares! Another acceptance, baby! And it’s going to be in an anthology! To save the oceans!
I’m like an ecological hero now, right? Like Steven Segal in On Deadly Ground.
Yeah, that is happening, baby.
Update: Just received an e-mail from the editor of the anthology, and she informed me that she did send out an acceptance e-mail a few days ago. Which means it got queued because of my e-mail maintenance and I’ll get it on Monday, or it’s been lost in cyberspace because of some e-mail troubles she herself has been having lately. Damn technology.



