Feelin' writery.

So, I submitted some stories. To, like, magazines. Like... like a writer does.

There's this website, see, where magazines who want stories congregate. And I sent out a bunch of stories. I should hear back soon. I hope.

Yep. Traditional nerves. I should be used to it by now, but... well, nope. Still all nervous in the belly.

Granted, a part of this nervous may have been in that I was just trying to ask someone out, and either failed to get my point across or was turned down far too gently. And the someone has suddenly signed off. Logically, her Internet died. Neurotically, she's so uncomfortable that she logged off.

Ugh...

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EDIT: Spoke too soon! She came back! Yaaaay!