Stamp of Approval

Today the mother I interviewed about her son's disability read Daniel's Day. She cried. Okay, that was quite gratifying. She felt that the tone (what I'd been so concerned about) was right: serious but not morbid and with enough touches of humor. She made one suggestion and that was that the massaging session I mentioned would take place at the therapist's not the doctor's office. I made that change and am continuing to let the piece simmer as I consider whether to submit it now.

Still waiting to hear about Hamilton's Pond. I really don't want to submit another story to the same editor until I hear about the first one. Not sure if that's the right tactic or no.