First, a little background information. My college hosts a student-run literature magazine called Shadows of Birds
, which accepts both poetry and works of short fiction from the student body. Each semester they publish three collections drawn from this content, and the competition can be pretty fierce; I had been submitting for the last year or so and never made the cut.
However, for the final issue of 2014 they decided to switch things up somewhat; instead of publishing electronically, they debuted their first-ever print
edition. To celebrate, they rented out the entire on-site Freyberger Art Gallery for the evening, and invited all students and faculty to hear the issue's chosen authors recite their work.
Less than 48 hours before the event, I checked my e-mail for the first time in a week...and saw I was one of the featured contributors.
Sweet jumping John Jacob Jingle-Heimer Jehoshaphats, it felt like Christmas came early. It's not a major publication, and it's not for profit (the magazine is free), and it's only 3 lyrics, but screw it, it's finally
I can only hope this emotional high lasts long enough to cover the slough of rejection letters I'll probably get out of college.
Welp, back to bouncing off the walls!