Okay, so instead of wallowing in my own wretchedness, I downshifted into poetry, knowing I could finish one of the several starts I have.
And I did so. I took a little sound poem and pushed it out to (what I hope is) publishable status. A poem of twelve lines, two stanzas, mixing a little Bradbury and eastern Buddhist tradition with a dash of sorrow and baked well.
And it's off to Goblin Fruit (one of the better designed online markets). They gave me a good rejection letter to my last submission there. Hopefully they'll find this more fully realized.
So here's to small victories. I can have my beer tonight with a (somewhat) clearer conscious.
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Congrats, Steve. I hope the poem sells. And nice to see that the Buddha upped his game enough to hang out with the great Bradbury!
Tried to post thi a couple times. Fail and fail. Here goes:
YAY! for poetic victories!
Rick, thanks, so do I. Yeah, it is about time they got together.
Camille, I'm sorry about that. I had hoped blogger had solved their issues. At the retreat this weekend there was talk of cross posting to LJ through RSS feeds, but I haven't been able to figure that out yet.
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