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.
