I Can’t Even Come Up With a Pun at The Moment

In what can only be described as me having to leave my desk at a brisk pace to go sob in private, I found out this morning that I’ve had a second piece nominated for 2019 Best of The Net.  This one is for my essay Proof of Deliverance that was published this past March by The New Southern Fugitives.

I loved writing this piece so much, but I wasn’t sure that anyone would give a damn about it.  You could have knocked me over with a feather when The New Southern Fugitives originally accepted it.  I remember I was walking down the hallway at work on my way to lunch when I got the acceptance email.  I believe my exact words were, “No shit?  Really?”

It was only my third piece ever published – and they actually paid me for it!  (Getting paid in this business is like finding a unicorn.)

When I got the first nomination a couple months back on my Greg Brady piece, I cried like an infant.  Luckily, it was 5am and I was on my couch at home when I got the news.  I gave it a gooood ugly-cry with no makeup and no witnesses.  The ideal ugly-cry.

I found out about this second one after I was already at work, full face of makeup on, and a room full of witnesses who I couldn’t tell about it.  (Nobody at work knows that I write.)  Even after spending ten minutes cleaning my face up in the ladies room mirror, I still currently look like this.

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And I’m okay with that.  I told my coworkers it’s allergies.

I have never cried at receiving a rejection.  I receive rejections every day.  Hell, I got two just yesterday and I’ll probably get more today.  My general reaction is, “Glad I took the shot.  Oh well.  Keep on truckin.”

I cry at the good news.  Because I never, ever, ever thought I’d be here.

Thank you for hanging out here with me, thank you to The New Southern Fugitives for giving this dirtbag a chance, and thank you to anyone who believes in me even when I don’t.  😊

40 thoughts on “I Can’t Even Come Up With a Pun at The Moment

  1. Wait, what? You have a daytime job? OMG you are killing it in this life. No one deserves this more than you. Well, maybe my daughter, but she is only 24. You can go first. CONGRATS!!!! Hell yes, you are a writer.

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    1. Oh to be 24 again. I would do literally everything differently! I wish her nothing but the best. 🙂

      Yep – day job is Monday through Friday – 8am to 5pm! When that alarm clock goes off in the morning, it takes everything i have to not throw it across the room. If I had to rely on the arts to pay my bills, I would be in the gutter. The really bad one, too. The one where even the other people who live in the gutter feel bad for you and donate their tin of beans to you. 😉

      I’ve always had the day job – even at the height of the “money times” back when I was in a band, we brought in about $1,500 a month, to split between three people! I wish art paid as much as crime did.

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  2. Of course you never cry at rejection. You get so used to it that it’s almost as familiar as breathing, so no big deal. Acceptance is the extremely unusual alternative and dealing with it puts you in unfamiliar territory. I would suggest that you start getting used to acceptance so that it becomes a familiar friend. Maybe a good enough friend that you could take it out for a celebratory drink or something.
    Congratulations on being recognized as a writer by more than a few internet yahoos!
    I still like the Alice Cooper look. It was very unique at the time.

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  3. YAY!! Congrats Maggs!! What an awesome, wonderful experience! You deserve it and I’m so happy for you. Damn girl, your just on fire right now, enjoy it with a drink, uh but not at work. Unless vodka in a water bottle works, you’d be amazed at how well…..uh, NOT AT WORK!! 😎🥂🍾

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    1. Thanks – I still can’t believe it! I celebrated by having fried chicken for lunch, with plans for bourbon later. In the meantime, this vodka – I mean – water in my “water bottle” will just have to do! 😉

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  4. Oh, congratulations, you talented weeper, you! So nicely written, as always. And guess what? You inspired me to submit to Down in the Dirt Mag, and they said yes. So please remember that your ugly happy crying is very contagious.

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      1. I’m looking forward to seeing it! Some of the lead times are absolute killers. It’s like publish it TOMORROW, please! The fastest one I’ve had was two weeks from acceptance date, but I’ve got one coming up on seven months and it’s killing me!

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  5. Congratulations!!! Well-deserved and hard earned! When you replied to Herbertleslie that you’d do literally everything differently if you were 24 again, all I could think was “NOOOO!!!! Where would all these delicious stories come from then?!?” So, sorry for your childhood, but selfishly happy to reap the literary rewards 🙂

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  6. You are definitely a real writer and a damn good one at that. I’m proud to know you even if only virtually. I think you have the crying thing the right way round. The hell with the rejecters (what do they know). Many congratulations.

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    1. I’ve still never received one at my home that was any good, but I get them in business every day!

      A dear friend of mine got one from an out-of-state attorney’s office a couple years back, and when she opened it, it turned out a distant relative who she’d never even met had passed away – and she was actually his legal next of kin. It was a letter telling her she just inherited over $100,000! Isn’t that nuts??

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  7. Oh my gosh- great news! So excited for you. Super busy today but looking forward to reading this at the airport tomorrow. Hard not to stop and read it now bc I love reading your stuff, but goin out of town with Coach to go to Lad’s senior water polo weekend and leaving 4 kids behind is daunting. As I currently sit at doc office waiting to get my stitches out. Because I have time for that. Wishing Coach just removed them. He does it for the kids but he will not go near me with my passing out tendencies.

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    1. Have fun at the water polo weekend! Watch out for barefoot people on the plane! 🙂

      I equate having stitches removed with the word “eeeeeee”. Where it doesn’t hurt, it just feels super gross and reminds me that I’m just a bag of meat that wears clothes. 😉

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