This is the story

of the writer who wrote a book. And then submitted that book. And that book was accepted. And now that book has a home. A place of it’s own. The writer is so happy. Happy for her book. And also just plain happy. She keeps laughing deliriously and trying new food. Chicken feet and satan. And baked oysters. And yellow beets covered in sea salt and burnt sugar and dark coffee grounds.

This is the story where you say out loud to yourself

someday I will be published

and today is that day.

Oh my fucking god.

Yes.

Noemi Press

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