Why does my lack of shame only come up now? This:
The wonderful Lyle at Rainstorm Press ( http://www.rainstormpress.com ) is putting together a lovely anthology for the lovely folks of SETI ( http://www.seti.org ).
Why should you care?
Well, aside from the fact that it's to help us find extra-terrestrial life (go check out the SETI site - it'll explain), yours truly has a story in there as well as my neighbor *waves out of window* Frances Pauli ( http://francespauli.blogspot.com ). Now, if you want to buy it (of course you do - why wouldn't you?) there is a lovely little link ( http://www.rainstormpress.com/p/books-ebooks.html ) that will bring you straight to the pre-order (okay, there may or may not be another step or two...I'm not sure...but it can't possibly be that difficult).
Now, if you'd like to have your name thrown in there (and a story), then you can check it out here ( http://www.rainstormpress.com/p/charity-anthology-submissions.html ). I'd love to see this thing jam-packed with stories of awesomeness, so get those little fingers down to bloody stumps to type those tales up.
No, stop! Don't work to real bloody stumps! It's not worth it! At least...not usually...maybe if you were prying open the jaw of a rabid coyote to get your leg out I'd approve of bloody stumps...but I digress.
Now, as for switching directions, let me spin for you all a little yarn:
I was strolling along Ye Olde information highway one morning before class and, lo and behold, I found the lovely "Trigger Reflex" anthology open for submissions at Pill Hill Press. I did think to myself then, "Well dag-flabbit, I could write a monster hunting short! I shall commence Ye Olde story writing with immediacy!
I then sat there and bemoaned my lack of ideas for a week before finally sitting down with a bare inkling of a story - if that - and typed up the story in two days.
I had every intention of handing over this fresh, newborn life to Pill Hill Press, until I came to the realization that it was no longer a story about monster hunting - or even fae hunting, which was the subject of the story. I ended up writing a lovely tale about a deal gone wrong, et cetera, et cetera, but just a bare bit had anything to do with hunting down the damn sidhe. So, I switched my gears over and hopped over to Duotrope's Digest, stuck in my information, and found a handful of places that would take it as well as a tangent for another story that deserves to be told, but was posted for free somewhere else.
Follow the bloody tangent! Your story doesn't want to follow the plan you set out 9 times out of 10 - and it doesn't have to. This is your story, but it can only be your good story if you let it breathe a little.