Call For Submissions


The flyer is pretty self-explanatory but I want to make something cute and fun! I’ve had this idea for a while and from some encouragement from friends, I open this call of submissions up to anyone. Right now there’s no deadline but depending on the number of submissions we’re hoping to be done with the first round by April 15th. So submit anything dog related (and I mean anything-get creative). I’m excited to see what y’all come up with.

February 2018 Writing Recap

Hey everyone so I’ve decided to do recaps on this blog starting every month to show you where you can find more of my writing. This month was pretty eventful and I am so happy to share where I’ve been published and things I have created this month.

New episodes of Conchas Y Contras:

Ep. 2- El Cine Americana 

Ep. 3- Bibliophiles and Black History

I wrote about my fantasies of running away to Texas in Loves Me// Loves Me Not Issue #2

Articles on The Strange Is Beautiful:

Self-Care In Solidarity at Quince Night 

I hope that you will check out my work and let me know what you think! As always you can find me doing constant updates of what I’m writing and what I’m doing on Instagram @saguarito

I have some big projects coming up in March and April so stay tuned!


Pretend Bruja

The day before Halloween

Last minute shopping

Bargain bins at Target

Stuffed into the corner of a cardboard box

My costume

A black robe with a crest

Badger, Lion, Snake, Raven

My mother says, you can be esa niña de Harry Potter

Hermione, I mumble

Hermione, she repeats, skipping the H

I only let go of the robe when she has to pay for it

The night is spent reading The Goblet of Fire

A gift from my father

My mother wanted to burn the books until I told her

It’s about wizards

Couldn’t say witch

Wizards were okay. Brujas were not.


8 am- the schoolyard is filled with kids playing pretend

Power Rangers, greasers and princesses

Are you Harry Potter, a kid sneers

I tell him no, that I am Hermione

He mentions my glasses

They are round

But I am a girl

You are Harry Potter

They won’t believe me

My glasses and brown skin don’t say Hermione

They just say freak

So when the next kid asks who I am, I just say

A Hogwarts student

I am not special

I was not meant to be the hero

The kids keep calling me Harry Potter

I wish I had a spell to turn them into frogs

Or Floo Powder to transport me far away



I Submitted a Story to the New Yorker: The Most Terrifying Experience in My Career So Far

I’ve been taking creative writing classes at my university for a while now, most of them have been a breeze: just put in the work and you’ll get a good grade.

But this quarter I decided to challenge myself by taking a Professional Fiction workshop and it was ten weeks of ass-kicking. We had to research grad-schools, write essays and do presentations as well as submit a 20 page min story to workshop. But that’s not even the worst part. Our final was to submit our final revision of that story to The New Yorker.

If you haven’t heard of the New Yorker, please check them out, they publish great stories and give great content overall. They are the top of the top in writing. If you get published here, then you have made it. So of course I was terrified of sending my story to them.

There is safety in rejection. I know I won’t have to wait for three months, I’m certain they’ve said no. For one, I am an unpublished and unknown writer and I’m okay with that. I’m only 20 and still want more time to improve myself. But it was still pretty fucking scary pressing send. But I did it, and I also got an A in the class. (!)

Maybe one day I’ll legit send something to the New Yorker, and I hope that when I do, I’ll be confident in my writing, and sure of what message I want to give to readers. For now, I’ll keep working for that goal. If I keep at it, I know I will reach it.