However, I did find a possible market to submit to. They're looking for humorous pieces, but since I'm unfamiliar with their magazine, I'm going to check them out at the book store this evening.
Lately I've been writing more serious pieces (for Chicken Soup) and when I share them at our WWWP critique get-togethers (Wild Women Wielding Pens), I get petrified. All four are completely silent. Linda makes odd faces as she scrawls paragraphs of helpful suggestions on my draft. Beth is (in her head) choosing the next rollickingly-funny tale she can tell, as she is simultaneously offering some alternatives to my dead-in-the-ditch parts. Lynn is trying to discover a kind way to note "This ending sucks," and Tammy is frantically alternating between making GB corrections (she is our resident Grammar B and is brilliant at it) and making me feel validated.
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Sharing funny pieces is easier on my nerves. At times (hopefully) they laugh or smile. There is some sort of reaction as they read my piece. It's not so silent that I can hear my mustache hair growing...At least it's not supposed to be that quiet.
I am keeping my fingers crossed that 1) they take the kind of stuff I dish out and 2) an idea hits me like a lightning bolt.
Critique night is less than a week away, and I need a piece of