This was my first-ever published-in-an-editorially-curated webzine story and in my most favoritest genre.
Ask me how proud I was that it seemed as good a piece of writing to me, a decade later, as it did when I first submitted it with my little trembling fingers. Some of my later stuff didn’t and I was mortified to see that. Getting accepted by someone else’s publication doesn’t always mean as much as you’d think.
I try to publish myself with rigor but taste is always personal. I could live on Brussels sprouts and I’d need to get pretty emaciated before trying to down a glass of milk. Go figure.
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You go, grill!