You guys are so freaking Dear Abby! Except you hopefully don't have the same hairstyle for like forty-five years.
I typed up an article on relationships. I proofread, spell-checked, cut and pasted.
I wrote the following for my bio:
Chickie McChickperson is a fake writer from East Tennessee. Once? When she was twelve or thirteen she had a really crappy poem published in one of those anthologies you see in the back of Teen Magazine.
Until this writing thing pays off, she's a Environmental Specialist at a Category 2 Nuclear facility.
Also? She's a wife, mother of boy/girl twins, and alpha-female to a really awesome mutt.
Okay, seriously, that's what I wrote, except I put my real name.
They'll either love me or hate me, but either way it's done. I've hit submit. I've shot my wad. It's all up to them now.
Whether they publish me or not, I feel good. I feel like I've made a step.
Thanks for the encouragement! You guys are so money and you don't even know it.