In October, I went to my first and hopefully not my last magazine launch.
I was excited about it. Afterwards I felt and still feel so inspired.
I’m not sure when this inspiration will wear off, but I hope it lasts long enough for me to create some great work.
There was food. There were drinks. My subject-verb agreement sucks. I know that.
People read their poems and stories. I had a great time listening to them.
Of course, I had two classes back to back before the launch. So even though I had tired eyes and a sore body (because I woke up at seven in the morning to stretch, dance, and exercise), I enjoyed myself nonetheless.
I ate a chocolate cookie, a chocolate cupcake, and another chocolate delicacy. Can you tell I like chocolate? Give me chocolate flavoured anything, and I’ll be one happy girl.
I don’t collect much aside from books that contain other people’s words and publications that contain my own. I’m glad I get to grow my collections every so often.
If you’ve ever been involved with the writing industry in any capacity whatsoever, you know first-hand how quickly things happen. This magazine publication finally happened. It’s like I waited years instead of months for it.
On the subway home, I read my piece to refresh my memory because I’ve forgotten the specifics of the story. As a 20-year old, my memory isn’t what it used to be. I wrote a first draft in 2015. It was published in 2017.
Anyhow, I’m beyond proud because I submitted this story somewhere else and never heard back.
But I returned to the piece. I worked on it during exam season. I’m thankful nearly failing my exams paid off because the piece got published after all. By nearly failing, I mean not acing. Same thing, no?
I have no regrets. I wouldn’t do anything differently today or yesterday or all the other days leading up to this one.
Maybe I should submit my work to contests when and only when I have exams. I’m one for one.
Here’s a link to the magazine.