I just submitted an old story to Tin House.
I don’t expect anything to come of it; it was an old story I’ve turned over and over in my hands many times since I wrote it three years ago, trying to bring certain parts up to par with others. It’s an old love, and I’ve laid it aside too many time to count. I submitted the story on a whim, and probably a little bit of a result of all the stress I’m under right now. I keep just feeling like I’m not where I’m supposed to be. This is a really odd thing for me though; I generally get déjà vu quite frequently, and it generally makes me feel like I’m heading in the right direction. Now I just feel more strongly every day that I need to move forward, but am prevented by that very important piece of paper that says I’ve completed my undergraduate degree. Just one more semester after this.
It must have been an unconscious attempt to feel as if I’ve regained control of my life, my art. Still, I’m here, I’m working, and I’ve barely written anything in a while. Just editing.
Good luck to the other writers out there. Also, submitting to Tin House is free, so be sure to check it out.