This week when I submitted a poem to a magazine and a personal essay to an anthology, a bit of a thrill fluttered through me as I pushed "send" to put my writing "out there."
I didn't know whether the editors would select my writing for their publications. So why the thrill, you ask? I, too, considered the question, and these are my answers:
1) I'd created something.
2) Whether my writing is accepted by the editors or not, for me, there is a thrill in possibility.
3) Anticipation is energy.
4) I'm doing something to move toward one of my greatest fantasies - to be a writer - rather than sitting around wishing.
Then, I wondered. If I ever do achieve great success as a writer, will I remain "unjaded?" Will I always feel the flutter inside that comes with simply submitting my work?
I hope so.