I started working on 'On Sundays, She Picked Flowers' in the November of 2016. It was my first NaNoWriMo and the first long-form piece of fiction I've ever completed. Over the years, OSSPF has gone through many turns and iterations. People who've known me the longest will remember copies sullied with spelling and grammar errors, a teenager's attempt at sounding well-read. Through forces of misfortune and luck, very high highs and some gut-wrenching lows including two bouts of homelessness, the loss of my great-grandmother, and you know, the whole pandemic thing, I somehow ended up where I am at now, twenty-five and about to published under Saga, an imprint of Simon & Schuster.
It can't be overstated, the joy I feel at this moment. These are the realized dreams of a elementary school age Yah Yah who knew even then that she wanted to write. These are the realized dreams of a reserved and awkward little miss who found comfort in the horrible. I can only hope through my victory and my joy, another odd and unsettling Black girl can be motivated to follow her own dark path.
Congrats! So nice to see other Black, queer horror writers out here getting their flowers!
Congratulations.
I'm glad you persevered and were rewarded.
Looking forward to more art, and truth being published in the world.