I was in the English department office to drop off a paper and I noticed someone reading the latest issue of The Red Cedar Review. Obviously, I had to tell her that the last poem was really good. :)
Is this what it feels like to be an author? To know someone is going to read your work but keep it out of mind until confronted with proof that yes, someone is going to read your work?
I suspect the woman I told that to was unimpressed, but seeing it was nice.
I'm still trying to keep an eye out for the issue on Amazon, but so far, no luck.