|| fucking stoked
so i am not supposed to tell anyone yet, but since this isn't read by anyone who matters to formality, i gotta say something.
so, today after class my instructor had me hang back, and walk with him to his office. when we got in, he had me close the door, and he informed me that i won this year's Quentin Duval award for creative writing.
so i am now, technically (though the prestige factor would probably beg to differ) an award-winning poet (which i actually feel good about, because it wasn't staff who voted on my piece (though it was staff vetted), it was last year's featured author, Indigo Moor, who has apparently just won a bunch of prestigious awards since we featured him), i am going to be paid for my writing for the first time ever. I think i am going to get $200, because i am sharing with a runner-up, though it might be $150 (i don't remember if the total was $250 or #200). It will buy me a season ticket to waterworld, some swimming trunks, and a bottle of gin, or a whole lot of wine.
anyways, i did not submit to the magazine proper, but as the winner of the QD award, i am going to be published in this years book. on top of that, i basically am the only person who a) knows what he is doing / b) gives enough of a shit to take the initiative and organize a narrative for the mag, so i get to arrange the contents of the publication of my award-winning poem. I did the narrative the last time i was on staff, and i had a piece published then, too, but it was somehow (my first publication) less momentous than my this, my first paid publication.
I can't wait to tell lauren, and open this bottle of wine.