Well, I am going to start looking for another place to send my manuscript tomorrow. I don't want to enter yet another contest, send money off with the dream that I will somehow be anointed a genius. First, I don't have that much spare cash. Second, I am not a genius. I am a hard worker. Part of my hard work right now is going in search of a publisher. It's not as easy as it sounds. Poetry is not a money-making venture for anyone involved. You have to be a little off to call yourself a poet, and you have to be even more off to publish a book of poems.
So, I have to find some editor who has a soft spot for poems with a twisted spirituality. That's my dilemma. Sounds simple, doesn't it?
My question for this Web dip Monday is,
Will I ever find a publisher for my poetry manuscript?
Well, Charlotte says,
"That remains to be seen. But I am going to save you, and I want you to quiet down immediately. You're carrying on in a childish way. Stop your crying! I can't stand hysterics."
OK, no more carrying on. No more crying or hysterics. I am going to be saved, and so is my manuscript.
Saint Marty needs to stop kicking and screaming and pick himself up off the floor.
I don't have no sense, either |
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