it's sure not monopoly
July 12, 2007
I haven’t been writing much lately, but I’ve been submitting old work like crazy. I figure…it’s just going to sit on my desk if I don’t do something with it, so why the hell not? The only part of submitting things that I hate is the (sometimes) interminable wait that follows. And nine times out of ten, unless you’re some uber famous writer or an acquaintance of an acquaintance of the editor…when you DO finally get a response, it’s usually a rejection. But it’s all part of the game, I suppose.
Everything is a game, to some degree: love, school, the job market, the stock market, politics, the art world. It’s all the same, and no matter how true you remain to yourself or how honest you remain…we’ve all taken our turn in the arena at some point. Anyone who says they “don’t play games” is full of crap, as far as I’m concerned. We all do. We do it everyday.
You ever stop to wonder why people will ask you how you’re doing, but they never wait for an answer? It’s because they don’t really care. It’s just something they’ve gotten used to asking. It’s part of “the game.”
I know…how very cynical of me…
On to happier things…
I had a poem accepted by Arsenic Lobster. It’s not up yet, though. The new issue isn’t due until August. Still, I am happy. Their rejection rate is about 85%.
I’m thinking about having a yard sale soon, to get rid of some of the crap I have accumulated over the years. Where did all this STUFF come from?
