I have a couple of posts halfway drafted, but other writing happened, and there were foster kittens, and sinus pain, and work and life. Thus, instead of reading my words here, you can go over to Gastropoda Literary Magazine and read two of my poems published today, over there.
One of these poems was written this year, and the other was first developed in 2003, which is only significant in that it doesn’t mean anything. There’s nothing wrong with letting a field go fallow, giving it a rest to regenerate, and cultivating something elsewhere. It’s the same with poetry or any writing. Nothing is ever abandoned unless the writer truly means to abandon it, otherwise the piece is waiting for the right season, fresh thinking, new ways of doing things. Then there are style and theme trends in publishing, and perhaps my work will ride out a wave now, but fall out of fashion later. I can’t know. I just do what I do and hope for the best. But whatever happens, at least some of my writing can clearly wait if it must to find the perfect home.
Steady as she goes, the 2022 writing update
- Rejections: 125
- Pending: 48
- Acceptances by publisher: 22
- Acceptances by work: 29
- Published: 24