Welp (I’m letting my Midwest shine), I finally did it! With a small break in my MFA classes and still having a few days left of maternity leave, I figured my excuses were about as pathetic as the amount of sleep I have been getting. It was time to submit my work for some kinda publishing. I have mainly decided to enter contests and I will find out in time if this was the right way to go. Since I still have not seen pigs sprout wings, I have no delusions that I will actually win, but I guess you have to start somewhere.
After proofreading a million times, then listening to the monotone Microsoft Word man read my work aloud a million more (if you have never used the read aloud option on Word, I highly recommend) I kissed my piece goodbye and sent them off into the cyberworld. Maybe this is what a mama bird feels like getting her fledglings out of the nest; they will either fall flat or soar. My hope is that people will at least pause at my work, maybe give it a once over. That little inner voice has a lot to say…mostly it’s critical (I wonder if duct tape would get it to shut up sometimes), but occasionally it reminds me that way back when I “knew everything”, AKA a teenager, I believed someday people would want to hear my stories. So, let’s raise a glass (mine is a velvety cab franc…yummm) and toast to first submissions. Now we wait…
