I submitted a flash fiction piece to this site Miscellanea: the Transdimensional Library months ago. I never heard back from them, and I just assumed that they had said "thanks, no thanks, and moved on."

I get home from work tonight, and I find this in my e-mail.

Thank you for your submission of "To: End of the World Department Clerks". I would like to publish this piece in Miscellanea: a Transdimensional Library.

Guys, I have sent submissions all the place since I graduated from college. This is the first one that's accepted me. They're publishing my work. They're paying me for it. GUYS, THEY'RE PAYING ME.

Yes, it's a little thing, and a little magazine, and only a little bit of money, but I did it. I'm going to be a paid, published writer. This is one of the happiest moments of my life, and everyone in my apartment is asleep, so I'm going to share it with you guys.

I did it. I fucking did it.

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Update: I may have gone and immediately woken up my parents after posting this.