This occurred some time ago, but I didn't mention it to anyone…it was rather unexpected and wonderful, and so I was surely bound to be disappointed. My disbelief was so sublime, so complete, that I forgot about it for weeks at a time.
Even when I signed the contract, I doubted. And I still told no one.
And then, yesterday evening, I got the magazine in the mail.
The story might seem familiar.
Yes, I pulled it from the Cafe. I ordered it to go. Is that cheating? I wrote it, after all. I cleaned it up, clothed it in grammar, deleted a bit, added some more, and sent it in.
And it was accepted. My tiny observations were deemed worthy.
So again I have to ask: what were they thinking?