Publishing

The publication that bought my devotion sent me a complimentary copy of the magazine this past week. I got to see my name in print. I was totally psyched until I read the sentence there and thought:

"I don't remember writing this. In fact, didn't I send over 400 words to these people?"

They took two sentences from my piece and combined them into one. It makes me sound quite smart, but was a shock at first. So this is what being a writer feels like? Edited out of myself?

I read a quote attributed to C.S. Lewis (that I can't find on the internet - imagine that!), but it generally said that having a book published was like scratching an itch. After it's published, all you have is the void of an itch.

In other news, I'm wearing long underwear. In June.