When I was 13 years old, I was committed to being published. I wanted to get into Tween Magazine's "Embarrassing Stories" segment. I sent letter after letter of embarrassing stories (I had plenty) Some of them were true, but some were not. One day I was so excited because I finally got a story in! I found the story some years ago in a diary but in the process of cleaning out my house unfortunately I have thrown it away or lost it.
I was so excited that my story was published right on the small paragraph was a picture of me with green teeth and the story read, "I was at the local roller rink with my friends, and we were dancing. I took a break because a song I didn't care for was playing and I went to get some Fun Dip. I ate the whole thing and was so happy until I heard a voice. "Hello Annie" it said I turned around to find my crush. I smiled at him with big green teeth from the fun dip and he looked at me weird and walked away." The story was called "Fun Dip Catastrophe." This story happened to be one of the true stories I had sent in about my encounter with my crush at the roller rink.
The story is a cute 13-year-old perspective on what is embarrassing but the point is that I sent in hundreds of submissions. I sent 5 stories at a time. I always wonder where is that girl who never gave up? I am the type of person who will never give up until I get my way. I call myself the 'screeching wheel' because I do not stop until I get my voice heard.
I want to have that same persistence. I am submitting some of my work into Literary Magazines around Wyoming and the west. This time I'm not sending in embarrassing stories but my art and writing. This is where I start, I want my voice to be heard and I want my words to be read no matter what it takes. Like my mom (who is a total Galaxy quest geek) says "Never give up, never surrender!"
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