I will not scream again. I will not scream again. I will not scream again. 

Dear Nobody,

AHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHAHAHAHHHHHHHHH!

I JUST GOT AN ACCEPTANCE LETTER. 

I'M GOING TO HAVE ONE OF MY WORKS PUBLISHED IN AN ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE.

FUCK YES

AHHHHHHHHH

ahem.

I'm okay now.

But seriously this is amazing to me.

The piece being published is called Through the Generations.  I wrote Generations around May of this year and after taking an hour to write it I read it to my mom and dad because I was that proud of it. It was rough and unedited but it gave me chills to see how amazing it was. After editing for two days I sent it in to three publishers/magazines. Within a month I had sent it in to more and had continued editing it. 

I kept getting turned down and Through the Generations was my most submitted work. Time after time, I grew to be less proud of it. What if it wasn't as good as I thought it was? Last Monday I sent it in to Up North Lit. I told myself after I was declined on this I would give up on Through the Generations. It wasn't worth the constant disappointment. 

I got the email yesterday that Up North had accepted my work. They said it "transcends place" and made me feel proud of my work again. 

It will be featured in the Online October issue of Up North Lit.

Thank you so much for listening to me screaming,

The Writing Evil

Proofread to see if you any words out.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Now there's two hundred extra characters