It’s April. This is not breaking news, but I don’t quite know how to process how quickly it happened. Days are spinning away like hours, and I suppose I have ticked big tasks off mundane lists but feel like I haven’t achieved much. Although, the feeling is just a feeling, as in addition to every day things getting done, I also wrote an entirely new poem and submitted it. Then, I’ve just had another poem accepted for publication, which will happen in May, so writing wheels are turning. Finally, my spooky lil flash piece Confluence is up (page 56) over at the Mocking Owl Roost for their triannual unknown and unseen themed edition of their journal.

Hopefully, more soon.

• Rejections: 26
• Pending: 21
• Accepted (3 carried over from 2022): 6
• Published: 5