The thrill of realization: I am a writer.​​​​​​​

This morning, as soon as I wake up, I stumble down the stairs and into the kitchen. The newspaper is sitting on the counter. Michael must have brought it in before he left for his early morning bike ride. But the paper isn’t open. Did he not see my article? Is it not in there?

I open the paper and flip through to find the Perspective section. Darn, didn’t make the front page there. 

I open to page two of Perspective, holding my breath just a little, hoping not to be disappointed. 

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