Frankly, I’m starting this because I just got news that a short story of mine will be published by Bartleby Snopes in June and I like it better when the authors have a link I can click. Because I like to cyberstalk them. It’s what the internet’s for–let’s be honest.
To endear myself to you, potential dear reader, I cried when I got the acceptance notice. I basically sobbed out of happiness and then I started laughing at myself because I understand crying out of happiness, but sobbing out of happiness? Who does this? Apparently, me.
Dear reader, I do believe I scared the cats.