I tweaked and messed around with my poem, Dream House, for twenty years before submitting it for publication last year. It was rejected twice and accepted on the third go round by Grey Sparrow Press. I submitted my poem, Jellyfish Dance, the day I wrote it in January. It was also accepted by Grey Sparrow Press. The third poem, Stretched, was four years old, went through two revisions and was rejected by one market before Grey Sparrow. All were published by the same market, yet their start to finish times ranged from one day to twenty years.
Some weeks I crank out three blogs, other weeks I can barely manage one. No one can accuse me of clogging up the blogosphere. Yesterday I wrote a 650 word article. It took me five hours. Am I slow or picky or what?
(Hang on; the dryer buzzer is interfering with my concentration. Be right back.)
I should never do laundry when I'm writing but I haven't got the courage to be a disheveled writer.
(And the damn phone is ringing again. I know I should ignore it, but what if it’s another emergency?) My attempts to be a reclusive author have failed.
I don’t understand why some days are like the day Jellyfish Dance worked itself around in my brain for an hour or so before it flowed onto the page with grace, and other days an idea brews in my head for years before the sentences go onto the page like algebraic equations I have to balance out and proof for errors.
(Gotta go. My daughter and granddaughter are here to visit for the day.)
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