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Hey Love. How has March been like for you? It was definitely quite the rollercoaster for me. I turned a year older, made a few stupid decisions here and there, and rewarded myself with a good dose of procrastination. In other words, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. For one, I got published on Rafinki.
For those of you who don’t know what Rafinki is, don’t worry, I got you. Just click on any of the Rafinki links I have here and you can taste the deliciousness that is a writer’s haven. Their website is bomb.
The Submission I wrote is titled; This Tangible, This Real. It was a poem I did some time last year.
You can read my submission; This Tangible, This Real here.
I learned about them from a certain talented writer friend of mine; an amazing human being, smart, funny, super creative. We’re working on a historical fiction collaboration at the moment and will be sure to let you know all about it when we’re done. In the meantime, this is her blog. Drop-in and show her some love.
So I saw her piece on Rafinki, you can read it here, and I was like guuuuuuuurl, super great piece, I love it (as I do everything she writes). Then she was like, boooooooooy, thanks, you’re my very own personal fan club (insert all the sweet nothings I love to hear), and then she dropped the ball.
She was like, By the way, Rafinki are accepting submissions and I was like whaaaaaaat, and she was like mmmmh, boy, get those words down and send something in. So I did and they liked it enough to post it.
It might seem trivial, rejoicing over something as mundane as getting a poem posted on someone else’s website. Truth is, I don’t care.
It’s the little things that always get to me and this, this is big, so it like flawed me completely.
After what was probably the worst end year ever, discussed in my very first post here, I didn’t think I had it in me to create again.
This was validation for me.
It was my inner man reminding me that I can do it.
So I don’t know what April will hold for a freelancing, hustling, often confused, erratic, fun-loving writer like myself. However, I’m reading a lot more children’s books, imagining, creating, indulging here and there and eventually, hopefully, healing in totality.
It won’t happen tomorrow, I know, but I find hope in knowing that it will happen eventually, whenever that will be.
So here’s to eventually for both of us, whatever that may look like.
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