I have been preparing for The Cincinnati Review for MONTHS, and today is the day that I submit my work to them! When it’s all said and done, 9 poems, 2 short stories, and 1 prose will be sent in to be criticized. And honestly, I am scared out of my mind. I have never spent so much time preparing for one publisher, and therefore I feel as though the stakes are even higher. I feel like I’m under a lightening cloud of impending doom, just waiting for the strike of the kindly written words informing me of how unable they are to publish my work. Then I’ll learn to play the mini violin and fall into a pit for all of eternity.
Okay, that was dramatic, I’ll admit, but still. I am scared, and all I can do is wait for “three to four months.” Lucky me.