I submitted two poems to a literary magazine yesterday, my doves.
At first, it felt like this:
And then it dawned on me how many things could have gone wrong.
After a few terrifying minutes, I thought “Pssh, I still did it. I still submitted. I am good. I DESERVE A MOTHERFUCKING COOKIE.”
For all of you who have submitted your work to the Great and Powerful Editors recently, I salute you. Consume the cookie of your choice.