Eight months after writing an article for SHE Caribbean magazine, the January/February 2008 issue in which my story finally ran came in the mail.I slit open the package, flipped the magazine open and an envelope slid out. I pulled the cheque out and sighed happily. I put the magazine on the stand above the stereo and looked at my growing collection. My ad hoc rack isn't loaded with random magazines, it's stuff I've been published in. Holy crap! I'm a writer. Sometimes I forgit. *grinz*
3 comments:
You never forget.
Yeah, but you forget you can get paid for it. It's like getting paid to breathe.
Yes.
It is.
Breath.
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