Publish Me Baby

Everyday I can tell it’s becoming more and more like an addiction to me.

When I hear about a new publication, online or print, my mouth starts watering and I quickly flip through to see who the Freelance Editor is. I waste no time in sending a quick email and following up with a phone call letting them know that I am Ms. Tee and they have been waiting their whole careers to meet me.

Unreturned phone calls? That’s okay. I can call back. I’ll bug you if necessary until you tell me yay or nay.

Story Ideas? I’m FULL of them. Every situation in life is a story waiting to be told. Most times I am still IN the situation and my brain is recording the details to be retold later. I can FEEL myself noticing the little things that would be essential to a story. It’s mechanical almost.

I LUST after seeing my name in print. It turns me on more than any man’s touch. The site of my name spelled right..mmm…what a nice name I have. The curve of each letter, subtly touching each other. Innocently complementing each other. Rubbing each other the right way. Oohhh…

Very nice…

If I had to choose between getting published in some of my favorite magazines and eating for a week, I’d be eating paper.

I need it like I need electrolisis.

I want it like I want a housekeeper.

Make me happy, baby.

Let me tell your story.

K?