I’m very happy to have submitted a freelance nonfiction article today. Yay! Now I can concentrate on poetry submissions. I have already befouled my newest edition of Poet’s Market with lots of post-it flags.
At my writing group last week, three of us talked about how we tend to write new pieces instead of editing older ones, since it is hard to reconnect to the feeling of a particular poem. Sometimes, my poems are like bad relationships: either getting back together is doomed for failure or there is potential but I’m just avoiding the work.
Now, I got Smokey Robinson singing in my head…”My mama told me/You better shop around.” Good advice for lovers or poets.