Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Nerve Wracking Excitement

Firstly, I'd just like to say that I had to look up if the word wracking spelling and all, is correct. Turns out it is, so back off. :)

Secondly, the excitement. I said in my first post I had been rejected from Tin House. I lied. While I haven't been accepted, they've had my work for almost three months now. At the 90-100 day mark, I will be contacting them to see what the deal is.

This is why I'm SUPER excited though:

"Winter 2011 
Beauty. Deadline April 1.  For our special 50th Issue, we will be having some fun with the idea of beauty. We are looking for fiction, poetry, and nonfiction that confronts notions of beauty across cultures, economic strata, genders, and races. What is beauty? What is art? We are looking for personal takes on what is beautiful. Think of Francis Bacon: "There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion." We’ll also be looking for pieces that look into the marketing of beauty, and how notions of beauty are used to create celebrity and at the same time to marginalize and exclude. "

Here is what my query letter said: 
"...I am submitting a prose piece with a word count totaling 1,678 words. It is titled Breaking Myself Down, about a girl essentially tearing herself apart bit by bit to get to something more natural to her and her being and less socially placed.  I feel like in today’s age they tell people to look, act, and think a certain way, to the point that the outside is the shell and the inside is a stranger. This piece is the recognition of that, and facing who you are/what you are/and what people go through..."

I feel as though I've submitted what they're looking for, and I submitted during their reading period. They've had it for awhile. Could this be the first piece I get published? (As stated before, I've had minor things in Zephyr and Authors of Tomorrow, but this feels different....i wasn't really trying with those)

I am super hopeful right now. I will keep ya'll posted.


Please know that if you comment and I don't respond, it's not because I don't love you. It's because I don't have wifi, but I do have a bad memory.

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