I've been writing for a long time. But it's been a long while since I've submitted my work to publishers (with the exception of my haiku poems, written in college, and published last year in an e-journal). But this week, I sent out work.
It's like sending your first-born off to boarding school--it kills you to wave goodbye, let them get on that bus, and wait for school to get out.
I sent three poems to Poetry magazine, and a short-story to Glimmer Train.
And now, I'm sitting on pins and needles, waiting to hear back (which, with luck, will happen in 3-4 months).