One page at a time
I did it! Yesterday I submitted my first article to a magazine. The moment my finger hovered over the send button was exhilarating and nerve wracking at the same time. Expectation is a short work of creative nonfiction pulled from my memoir.
Is the piece perfectly edited? Not yet, it’s been worked and reworked and needs more tweaking before it goes to the next name on my submission list. I could have held off and worked more, but I felt this need to get at least one out in the mail. I can now say that I’ve made concrete steps towards one of my writing goals. That sense of accomplishment will help me move forward.
Honestly, I think the story is not a match for this particular journal and I fully expect a rejection letter. There has to be a first for everything.
I feel validated by this step, as if somehow putting my name, my words out there for an editor makes me a writer. I know that’s not really true, but if feels more official. It’s like the child graduating from the 8 crayon box to the big 24 pack. The possibilities expand as well as the sense of having gained something. It’s exciting.