mariecobain

I'm working on my second literary magazine. I published and designed the last one all on my own. This time around, I am part of a crew and the magazine will (hopefully) be much bigger. I woke up this morning around noon hearing the pounding of rain on my house. It was pouring, and I was immediately not in the mood to go to the meeting. I was talked into going, and I'm glad that I did because they ended up reading my poetry submissions. Not only did they read them, but even took care to analyze one. The editor called my poem "Sails" pretentious, but I found it really amusing and flattering he spent hours analyzing it on his own time. That'

I can't recall if I mentioned this here or not, but I've broken my camera. The good news is that I just paid $10 for rush shipping for a newer, better model! :)