I’m letting my work come home to roost. This past weekend, I sent out my last submission for 2013. I have learned long ago that December is not a time to go on any kind of submission spree. So, I let my work come home to rest — roosting much like the blackbirds that crowd the telephone lines outside of my house, their black feathers stark against a world of white. It seems that editors are clearing off their desks and cleaning out their inboxes in time for the holiday season. In the last five days, I have received three rejections.
This past year has been a weird writing year for me. Confession: I have not written a brand new poem since June. I have revised and revised and submitted and submitted, but no brand new poems have emerged from my notebooks.
Instead, I have turned to pieces of literary nonfiction. Since this summer, I have finished five essays, submitting them to various markets. Much like my beginnings in the poetry world, I have received rejections. That does not discourage me. In fact, while I have been rejected, I have also received many remarks from editors who have encouraged me to revise and try again! I am entering into a new phrase of writing, and I am excited about this adventure.
This does not mean I have left the world of poetry behind. Indeed, I am working on my Best Collection posts (Look for my lists at the end of December) of what I have read this year. And, of course, I have not given up on organizing my full length collection. To be honest, I think this break from writing poetry will serve me well.