Last Wednesday I was lying on our couch reading the news online and I flicked open my email. I know it's the kind of thing they say in fiction--but I was immediately aware of how fast and hard my heart was beating.
I handed my computer to Joe.
"What is this?" he said.
"It's a short story competition. For The Kenyon Review."
"It says you won."
"I know," I said, "do you think it's real?"
"It says you won!"
"I know," I said. At this point I might have been cry-laughing.
"That's great! You won! You're going to Ohio!" Joe was jumping up and down. He's that kind of guy.
"What? I'm going to Ohio?"
He handed the computer back to me.
The Kenyon Review has selected one of my short stories as the winner of their annual short story contest. They will publish my story in the winter edition of their journal. They have also invited me to participate in their summer writers' workshop. The Kenyon Review is an amazing journal and I am very humbled that they have selected my story.
I am, indeed, going to Ohio.