I did it. I submitted two articles to a magazine for possible publication. They wanted women writers who could write about every day life in a unique, witty kind of way. I thought that was me. I could be wrong.

I am now going to wait for the rejection letters. They say rejection builds character, and I have a feeling I will be getting a lot of character.

I suppose the main thing to remember is that I am making attempts and that feels almost as wonderful as being published. (Note, I said almost)

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