So, for months and months and months, now, I’ve been saying that I entered a poetry contest (by accident, actually) and my poem received an honorable mention (which was a complete surprise—since, again, I didn’t know I had entered the contest).
And all of you dear friends were like “That’s great Liz!” “Way to go!” “You’re the best.”*
And then months passed, and nothing. No proof that what I said was true.
I stopped bringing it up because I was afraid you’d all start thinking I was telling a tall tale. You know, that I had somehow confused having a poem published in a literary journal with reading a poem in a literary journal by someone named Liz.
But, yesterday when I got home from a long day at work, there was a surprise waiting for me in the mail…The Summer 2008 edition of Segullah and when I opened up the pages, there I was!!!!
A full page with my poem on it!!!
Yay!!!!
You can see the cover here. (And you’ll notice on the lower right of the webpage, under the Poetry section, you’ll see my name.”
I’m thinking of pinning the journal to my shirt and wearing it around town.
So, if you want to read it, just ask. I’ll have it on me**…
*These aren’t direct quotes. But, I’m assuming they’re close to what you said… =)
**And if any of you subscribe, not only will you get wonderful essays and poems by and about Mormon women, but you’ll also get my autograph. You know, for when I become a world famous poet.***
***Because when I become a world famous poet, I’m planning on moving to a small cottage in Ireland, where I’ll be a recluse. And then, it will totally be hard to get my signature, because if you stop by, I’ll probably throw stones and yell at you in Gaelic to get off my property.****
****Of course, I might let you in and give you an autograph if you’re there to film a documentary on my life, à la Grey Gardens. Because I’m sure, by then, I’ll be REALLY quirky. I can’t guarantee that I’ll be living with raccoons, and have a hot plate by my bed, but it’s very likely that I’ll have some kind of hygienic issue and questionable pet. Like my hair will be puffed out to the size of a small moon and I’ll have a pet jaguar.*****
***** I’d love to have a jaguar…I’d name him Kirk.
5 comments:
Oh, Liz, I am so sorry about the technical difficulties getting the Summer issue out. Our graphic designer had major health problems and also spilled a giant cup of pop inside of her laptop, with our file on it. So that is the inside scoop. Hooray for people who can recover files from broken laptops!
And I still love the poem. Thanks for sending it!
Emily, don't even worry about!
I assumed something must have happened, but I had no idea at how much you guys had to overcome (and I hope your graphic designer is doing better).
I'm just so thrilled to be a part of such a wonderful group of women!
Love, Love, Love Segullah!!
Liz, Not only am I so incredibly proud of you right now, I'm totally laughing like a loon over this post. I really hope you do get to be a recluse in Ireland with Kirk some day. Can I come and visit you if I bring corn for your hot plate?
And I'm going to subscribe to Segullah just so that I can have your poem with your signature that I too will pin to my shirt so I can say, "This is my friend Liz's aweseom poem."
Congrats! I LOVE Segullah and usually read it online, but looks like I'll need to subscribe for this one. Feels great to be published, doesn't it?
i am so happy for you to be published. That is the ultimate goal for me as an artist (it would be too mind blowing if anyone would want to buy anything i painted). CONGRATULATIONS !!!
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