I win!!!!

3 12 2013

So I got this email today from Subterrain Magazine. The subject: Lush Triumphant Winners!

My first thought: Those bastards not only didn’t tell me I didn’t win, but now they’re going to rub it in my face about who did win? Grrrrrrrr!

But that was not the case. No, apparently my piece, A Case of Jeff, was selected by the judges as this year’s Creative Non-Fiction Winner for the contest! What?!

I wanted to scream ”FUCK YES!!” for several minutes but I was on the bus, so I fought hard to restrain myself. And then, the more I thought about the news, the more it really sank in that I, with something I worked hard on and wrote, won. I thought about how my father told me (multiple times) how I couldn’t make a living being a writer, and my mom asking me who would want to read my shit. And now I won. I showed them both. So there!

My piece, along with the other winners in the other categories, will appear in subTERRAIN’s last issue of the year, which I assume is coming out sometime this month. Super excited!!!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some shouting I need to do.

 





Submission No. 3 of the month

16 02 2013

The scene: me at my laptop, tearing at my skin and yelling in anxiety and frustration at Microsoft Word for suddenly putting in borders in the creative non-fiction story I have to read over, format, and send off to subTerrain magazine before the post office closes.  It was a mad scene, complete with sprinting to and from the kitchen to find appropriate-sized envelopes, and wondering loudly how big a SASE should be (I went with a regular sized envelope).  It was only as I was preparing to leave that my mother inconveniently told me that the post office closed at 5 or 6.

Oh.

Nevertheless, I submitted my personal essay on the ridiculousness of Craigslist gay personal ads to subTerrain, which is my third submission so far this month.  I think I’m doing a good job (I have to say that because no one else will say that), and I have plans to submit a couple more pieces to other publications soon.  We’ll see what happens!

Also, I was reading through a back-issue of subTerrain and saw that one of my English professors, Peter Babiak, at Langara College had a piece in there, which was pretty cool (unless it’s a different Peter Babiak who also happens to be a writer in Vancouver).