2007-02-19
Oh that it is a Monday free of work is a great joy. Oh that my inbox has revealed a rejection from a journal I have placed work in in the past is a great disappointment. I do not wonder at why many have given up on the torturous process of submitting work to journals. So much wasted hope and postage to be told that there was not enough "arc" in these pieces. So many editorial decisions based on the whims of taste, not unlike the whims of my own taste. I do indeed find it is a brutally cold day today in Southern New England. I do indeed wonder at what the next few weeks will bring. My new job was to start this week but a possibly perilous illness my current boss is facing could delay this move. I am so ready and unready for a change it is coming my way. In the meantime the poetry is sitting cold in the back of the fridge, probably growing exotic mold on it. This is not a good state of affairs, but then what is better? To write and fail or never to write at all? Maybe I should save my words for elaborate stories and stop fiddling with line breaks.
Until soonly,
B.