Selling Out.

What's done is done.

Many moons ago,following the suggestion of a friend, I submitted a chunk of stories to different magazines. I had gathered a list and after carefully perusing their guidelines, chose a few that I felt may be interested.I knew that , if any were chosen for publication, I would recieve monetary compensation.


I received a lovely letter from one publication, thanking me for my submission and informing me that my story was being considered.

I thought "YAY".

Then I read all the lovely fine print reminding me that upon publication, the story was the sole property of said magazine, open to editing and review by their writers and that I could pretty much kiss all rights to my story... Good-bye.

Hmmm.

I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Part of me is - "Hey, they want to pay me for my ramblings. All's good."
The other part is mourning the fact that the story being considered was a favorite of mine (I am not surprised that this is the one that was picked) and that I no longer have any claim to it.
Family is excited. I am too, although I have warned them that the story is a bit tawdry and that I am uncertain what editing and re-writing changes may have occured.
Shoot, the more I think about it,I'm not sure if it'll even BE my story. It may be a ghost of what I originally intended it to be. That's dis-heartening.

So now I can't help feeling that I should have held onto my work. Not that I really hold out any hope of compiling my stories into a book and getting that out, but I do have a ton of ideas and who knows what the future holds.

Was selling a piece of myself worth $250???