306~Thank you

I checked my stats recently and discovered that I now have over 300 followers on my blog. I know some of you joined very recently. Welcome aboard to the Wonderful and Wacky world of me!

I appreciate every one of you for choosing to follow me. I am flabbergasted at times that people like my writing. I spent so many years thinking that no one would want to read my stuff. I am just being crazy. Turns out that I may know just a little bit about this writing thing that I have always wanted to do.

First story I wrote was about a dog that died and a squirrel guided him to heaven. I was 6. My mom got a call from my teacher who was a little concerned over my subject matter. If ever I can find it I may post for fun.

I ignored my creativity, allowed it to atrophy for so many long years. Now I am alive again and my creativity is bouncing all over the place.

So to all of you thank you for allowing me the privilege of writing for you all.

If you comment please leave a little note about yourself and your blog. Include your website address as well. This has been done on several blogs that I follow and I have discovered new writers whose works I am beginning to read and enjoy.

Again thank you from the bottom of my heart. Y’all are making a long held dream come true.

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I Jumped

The other day my brother sent me a video of Steve Harvey talking about talent and jumping.

A friend of mine who is a writer sent me an open call for submissions for New Reader Magazine. I have been going back and forth about submitting with them. I read and reread the submission requirement. And than read again. It did not say in what format they would accept the submission.

I hemmed and hawed over sending an email. Checked with a couple of friends who have done submissions as to what the standard was. I use Evernote and Google Docs. I sat here last evening and once more went to the site to again reread the requirements.

I did it though. I sent off an email and text my brother that I had done it. He wanted to know how it felt to jump. I laughed and had to explain I had only done a small jump. Now I needed to wait for the response. Figured that I would not hear from them until today. My email notification went off a few times but I ignored it. Than I didn’t and I looked.

They had responded! Although they preferred MS Word or PDF they would accept Google Docs. (Turns out that I could send as an email attachment and it converts to PDF.)

One of the requirements is that the work be unpublished any where else. And I wrote a poem yesterday that is different again from what I usually write. Mind you I don’t really have a category. I chewed on my thumb as I hemmed and hawed again. You can sense a theme here can you not?

T was here for the night so I asked him if I could read him the poem. He said sure mom. And listened to me. Than asked me if I had indeed made that up. I said yes I had written it. Oh, well it sounds like something from the 1700, 1800’s you know when they had like dragons and things.

First off yes I wrote the poem. Secondly dragons were not real. Do I wish that they were you bet that I do. However they are not. And it sounds nothing like the poetry of the 17 or 1800’s.

Still uncertain I asked him what he thought of it besides the above items. And he assured me that it was good.

The second requirement. A 50-150 word author biography. So I wrote one. And agonized over it because I don’t know what to say about myself. So after I wrote it I again went to my sounding board. T. And he assured me that it was perfect.

I wrote the email. I was very short and to the point. Not because I had nothing to say but  because I either over say things or present them in a flowery manner. Got it all ready and sat here looking at the send button.

Finally I looked over at T and asked if he wanted to come and watch me push the send button. He looked at me as though I might be a little weird but came and sat next to me. And I pressed the send button.

I am putting myself out there. This is not the norm for me. And now I wait.

I jumped. And my brother is the one who gave me the courage to do so.

****Brother of mine if you read this the above statement does not entitle you to any bouts of the ‘I told you so’ crowing that I just know I will hear.  Thank you Bro.