I opened it, and it held three copies of Kashrus Magazine. A few weeks ago, I'd sent them some samples of my work, and then this piece I wrote especially to send to them. And.
They published it. And they didn't publish it as a "first person" piece. They published it as a *column*, under its own heading of "What's Cooking", with exortations to read it several times to get everything out of it.
This came as a complete surprise (as did the check for a substantial amount of money, considering.) I hadn't heard a thing from them since I sent the essay, which was published unchanged so far as I can tell. I need to talk to Rabbi Wikler about contract and deadlines (DEADLINES!) and reprint rights and such, but right now.
I'm a published writer. I'm a professional food writer, which is something I'd wanted to do for years. It's a national magazine, too, even if it has a fairly low circulation. And this was the kosher directory, which is the one people *keep*. And.
I danced for I don't know how long after lighting my candles, and we told everyone we could given that it was Shabbat and then yom tov. My mom and brother came for dinner the first night, and left with one of the copies, so that's done.
And. I'm still in shock.