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September 15, 2007 You'd thought I'd forgotten, but no 
Today I was actually paid for something I wrote, which has been published, not in wood pulp (though you can print it off yourself and make it a wood-pulp effort), but still. See? And you thought it would never come. Actually so did I, but here it is. Posted by Andrea at September 15, 2007 5:53 PM under Wordsmithery EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments That's wonderful! Such a huge accomplishment! You're a star. Posted by: Pamela at September 15, 2007 7:16 PM
Yay You! Out of curiosity, how did you find the places you submitted your work to? (Or, "...how did you find the places to which you submitted your work?") Posted by: amy at September 15, 2007 7:32 PM
WOOHOO!! Congrats! Posted by: Mary at September 15, 2007 10:20 PM
Congratulations! Posted by: sarah at September 15, 2007 10:36 PM
congratulations! Posted by: kermitthefrog at September 15, 2007 10:52 PM
Congratulations!! How awesome to have your work accepted for publication AND be paid for it! The first of many, I'm sure! Posted by: Lee at September 16, 2007 7:16 AM
Congratulations! Posted by: Alley Cat at September 16, 2007 1:38 PM
Yay! Congratulations! Posted by: Casey at September 16, 2007 6:05 PM
Congrats!!! Posted by: Tanya at September 16, 2007 6:25 PM
Yippeeeyiyikiyay!!!!! Posted by: liz at September 16, 2007 7:20 PM
Very cool! Congratulations! Posted by: kate at September 17, 2007 5:33 AM
Congratulations!! That's really neat! Posted by: Wendy at September 17, 2007 7:19 AM
Hey, awesome! Congratulations. Posted by: Jen at September 17, 2007 10:01 AM
WOOOT!! Congratulations!!! I'm so proud of you!!!! Posted by: rachel at September 17, 2007 10:34 AM
Way to go!! Posted by: Tanya at September 17, 2007 10:44 AM
Congratulations Andrea!! Posted by: Sue at September 17, 2007 12:57 PM
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