A Happy, Happy Day
Yesterday, around 2 in the afternoon, I was checking my email, not really paying attention to the one I opened as I was talking to Hubby at the same time. We were chatting, my eyes scanning the opening of the email, and all the sudden I saw the word submission. My mind went on alert status. I went back to the beginning of the email to read it through slowly.
The first three lines were the usual Dear JK, thank you for your submission to, we appreciate you thinking of us. The next line then said the words all authors want to hear: your piece has been selected for publication. At that point, I threw my hands in the air and waved them around, telling Hubby my happy news. The next paragraph, though, is what really warmed me through: "We have received a large number of amazing submissions for this issue and the selection process was very challenging. Your entry stood out as a high quality creation. Kudos for a job well done." How nice is that?!?
Nothing else in the world mattered for the rest of the day, and even now, I'm still flying high on having another short story accepted for publication. People have told me all my life that I write well, but until an editor says so, nothing a parent, a friend, a spouse, or even a professor says carries much weight.
Oh happy day . . .
The first three lines were the usual Dear JK, thank you for your submission to, we appreciate you thinking of us. The next line then said the words all authors want to hear: your piece has been selected for publication. At that point, I threw my hands in the air and waved them around, telling Hubby my happy news. The next paragraph, though, is what really warmed me through: "We have received a large number of amazing submissions for this issue and the selection process was very challenging. Your entry stood out as a high quality creation. Kudos for a job well done." How nice is that?!?
Nothing else in the world mattered for the rest of the day, and even now, I'm still flying high on having another short story accepted for publication. People have told me all my life that I write well, but until an editor says so, nothing a parent, a friend, a spouse, or even a professor says carries much weight.
Oh happy day . . .
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Congratulations! I am so proud of you!!!