Infinite mosaic

A bunch of stuff has happened of late. Yesterday, I had my submission to The Ekphrastic Review challenge accepted and published – you can read my poem here. Earlier this week there was unexpected publication acceptance of an exercise I rediscovered, polished up and sent off because it fit a theme to a journal I happened on. Then Thursday, a microfiction was accepted to come out in December and it will be a nice post-Christmas bonus. Finally, also yesterday another story was accepted. This is a story I have worked on and rewritten for awhile. Then I completely changed it again, changed the title and the name of the main character and whoosh: snapped up.

Of course, a bunch of rejections have come (and keeping coming) in, and I decided to withdraw other submissions, which is why the pending decision numbers are low. Anyway, it’s been the usual. Or the new normal, which historically is a bit unusual because the writing has never been so successfully accepted and published before. Maybe it’s the years of effort and practice, maybe it’s the places I’m sending my writing. Maybe it’s about time. Anyway, I’m not going to question it. Each piece of writing I consider finished because I add it to the published folder is setting down another tile in a mosaic whose edges extend as far as I can write, but whose centre is everywhere.

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Waxing poetic

Someone asked me (online) what I did to get poetry published. I had a few ideas but I couldn’t tell them I had a calculated plan. My brain doesn’t work like that, or it might, after the fact. However, if I writer everything I did down here, perhaps I was a little more strategic than I realised when I started properly contemplating getting poems published.

Here’s what I did. In the order as I remember it:

Before doing the proper contemplation, though, I played with post it note poetry for fun. It got me thinking, and writing in short forms, very quickly.

I had already joined an online group and it was filled with talented poets I’ve come to admire. I went back to my old files of dusty neglected poetry and thought, this is just as good, and started editing, polishing, and writing. I noticed where the poets were sending their work. I especially noted where poetry like mine was being submitted and followed suit when I could.

Then I set out to find journals based on what I was writing, and what I could write. I looked for journals who welcomed new poets, who published a lot, and had quick turn arounds to build up my confidence and to build my profile. I sought journals with themes I knew I could respond to. I stumbled over journals searching open calls. I signed up for emails for opportunities, joined more FB groups for submission call outs, and followed hashtags, poets, and journals on Twitter for the same reason. I attended streamed events held by poets and journals and I started to listen to podcasts. If I had a poem submitted and accepted, I submitted to the same journal again (always following their rules). I bought the Poet’s Portable Workshop. I kept writing. I read and keep reading amazing poetry from around the world. I submitted more poetry to places that have already published my poetry (within their rules). I keep editing. I added a poetry section in WritersDB where I record my submissions, acceptances, rejections, and withdrawals. I keep writing. I keep editing. I keep submitting and resubmitting.

For me, it seems poetry has been easier to get published, possibly because I can send more pieces and if one stands out it is accepted, which is better than the yes/no situation for stories.

Anyway, that’s all for the moment. I have to go edit a story due out soon, and work on selecting poems for a mini chapbook for submission in January.

Almost there: the 2022 writing update

Rejections: 169

Pending: 9

Acceptances by publisher: 33

Acceptances by work: 44

Published: 40