That burst of joy and excitement you get when you sell a story is one thing, but there's this whole other warm and fuzzy feeling when someone reads your story and tells you they like it. And I don't mean friends and family, I'm talking complete strangers.

That happened to me not once but twice in the past 12 hours. Last night I got an email from writer Sara Genge whom I have never met, telling me that she liked my story "Soft, Like a Rabbit" and that it was "deliciously morbid and touching" which is a description I love. Thank you, Sara.

And then this morning I discovered that girliejones, who lives in Australia and is another person I have never met, posted on the community blog Not If You Were the Last Short Story on Earth, that she also liked "Soft Like Rabbit." How cool is that?

Well, it's days like this that make think maybe I don't totally suck as a writer.