I am compiling rejections from my poetry submissions. But, don’t feel sorry for me. Each one comes back, looking for a second, third, or twentieth massage.
That’s what good writing takes–effort. And, holy cow, is this fun. Revising feels like a word game for introverts–the only competition is with myself.
When I’m not revising, I’m surfing/reading. I had no idea there were so many literary sites. Everyone wants to write these days, it seems. This is my newest find where I just read (and will share with my writing peeps) — this.
It’s like my own little MFA.