It’s a new week and I hope everyone is just as pumped for summer as I am. Things have been moving along pretty steadily. I heard back from the editor of The Inkslinger (newsletter for www.hdcwc.org ) and she accepted my work! I’m pretty jazzed about it. She said she loved (yup, she really said loved and I am going to carry those words around in my heart for years to come) my poetry and will spread my work out over a few months. I can keep submitting my stuff to her and she will review it for approval.
AHHHHH I’m so excited! It’s really happening. This is my first legitimate step towards my dream. During a phone call with my friend Branli (www.branlicaidryn.com) he says “You know what this means right? You can officially add ‘Published Author’ to your resume.” My knees buckled a little bit and my eyes got a bit teary. “No, that’s not…No, I’m not!”
“Yup, Honey it’s available to the public on their website. You’re going to be published. Let that sink in.”
“No…Oh my God!” Branli just laughed at me. Who knows how long I would have gone without realizing what I did? Lol, I’m such a DA sometimes but it’s okay. I’m not embarrassed or ashamed. I totally embrace it.
In fact, the very next day I saw the editor at the meeting with High Desert Blogging (www.highdesertblogging.com). I asked her if it was true. Rusty said yes, the newsletter is a regional publication because it is distributed to all of the California Writers Club in the state plus it’s available on the internet. (Sweet!)
I had no problem looking like a dork and asking Rusty. Well let’s be honest the truth is Branli is my friend and he loves me. I needed confirmation from a stranger who doesn’t care about my feelings or will sugarcoat stuff. So with that confirmation (pat on the back) I ordered some business cards. I was starting to feel kind of silly going to these meetings and being the only one without anything to hand out. Everyone has postcards, bookmarks, business cards, dancing bears, etc. “Do you have a card?” “Oh no, I’m sorry I’m just starting out [LOSER].”
Can you tell I’m feeling kind of giddy and have a goofy grin? Yea, I’m not going to lie I’m flippen terrified of the whole thing and I want to cry when I think too much about it. So I do what I do best, ignore the big elephant in the room and just keep moving forward. Fake it till you make it and pretend I know what the heck I’m doing. Because for what I don’t know there’s always Google.