No sooner did I blog about not being published than I was in fact, published!
I didn’t even noticed the email from Existere Journal of Arts & Literature that was buried in my inbox. It was only when I was on the telephone with a friend of mine that I saw it and with an audience right at the other end of my iphone, I read the whole email to her and screamed out “Oh my God, I’m finally published!”
After that, I called my best friend Alanna to tell her that the first story of mine to be accepted was the one about her and I sucking the juice out of her Mum’s canned fruit when we were teenagers! Image me ever thinking that one day our basement antics would be in print for all to see.
No worries about being Adel Marmalade anymore. Not that I was worried or anything.