Technobot

Praxilla will run some poems of mine soon. I should "market" my writing better but one of the two is not a good reflection of how I usually write and I feel discomfort about it parading around on a website with my name attached. How the mind changes in the lag between April submission and January acceptance.

Discomfort is a place for growth, though, I guess. The other one was a lot of fun to write and I'm glad it found a home.

I spent my last freelancing paycheck on a widescreen monitor to hook up to my laptop, and it feels like I upgraded my attention span hardware. A nagging guilt - shouldn't every writer be able to write by hand? I really can't. Notebooks are for scribbles, wisps, outlines, to-do lists, & sketchy outlines of fixed biographical details and my feelings thereabout. In the end, though, everything coheres by type.

Acceptance

New Wave Vomit published some of my poems. Hooray!

& Crispin Best's For Every Year project will feature me for the year 1601.

Now all I need is a lunar eclipse and to finish my shopping and this holiday season is complete.

My name is not "Writer"

"Dear Writer:

Thanks for submitting your work to (publication). We're sorry this submission wasn't right for us. We appreciate your interest in our magazine, and wish you the best of luck in placing your work elsewhere.

Sincerely,

The Editors
(publication name)"

I need to go back to submitting poetry by mail. These e-mail rejections are flimsy, brittle things.

I like little pieces of paper that I can put in a folder. All different colors, sizes. I want a physical mountain of rejection. I'm going to decoupage something with all those scraps eventually and place it somewhere prominent.