Today I sent a submission in the mail.
In the mail.
Haven't done that in twelve, maybe thirteen years. Perhaps even longer. It's been all electronic submissions for so long that the entire process of typing up a cover letter, signing my name, and sealing the envelope felt somewhat strange--like reliving far forgotten memories, once part of every day yet faded and made all but obsolete against a whole other way of remembering.
How marvelous it was, though, to fall into the same old habit of driving the same old route to the same old post office and following the same old way home.
Whether the story is accepted or not, I'm delightfully convinced that I ought to seek out opportunities for physical submissions more often, if only to keep the whole process new as ever.
