Turns out I'm a Whore After All!

So as a follow-up to my last post on my anxiety about losing my virginity as a published writer, I realize that it's probably already long gone.

I suppose I've always had a rose-tinted view for what publication actually meant, but as I spruced up my CV tonight (to prepare for when, in two to three year's time, I apply to Oxford), I started filling out a "Published Works" section - and really filling it out. I'm pretty much a slurry of the published word. Granted, my fiction and poetry have just been in random Marianopolis Lit. Journals, but it still counts - as do the newspaper articles I've written since between 2005-2009. I've got a good page worth of stuff.

Anyway, I'm hoping that'll prod me forward to send some stuff out there. I've got a lot of poetry I think I'll start sending out which'll be a good way to break the ice seeing as I wrote most of it a long time ago and am not emotionally tied to the fate of their lives in or out of ink.

That's all, in any case. Another good night's worth of productive procrastination. My room is also beautifully clean.