Being a strange and curious entity, I Google stalked my maiden name today. I’ve done this before, and usually nothing of interest crops up, so it’s an interesting psychological conundrum as to why I keep looking. After all, it’s my name, and it’s virtually guaranteed that whatever actually does appear, I wrote. Still, I googled – only to find that after roughly two years of submissions, I actually had a poem published in Cordite, a real-live, respectable journal.
And I didn’t know.
For those who are interested, the poem is here: it’s called ‘conversation’, and it appears in Issue 27: Experience. For those who are curious as to why a poem published this February has my maiden name on it – that’s a good question. The answer, after a moment’s thought, is that I submitted the piece about a year ago, before the Great Name Change of 2007. It’s a mystery as to why, in the intervening time, I hadn’t thought to check the site, but I’ll happily chalk it up as yet another quirk.
Look at me. I’m quirky.
Update: I’ve been in touch with the good folks at Cordite, and not only is the poem now listed under my married name, but I was even able to contribute a bio here. Plus, I get paid at some point, which is awesome.
Ah, Friday bliss!