This Is Why

During work, about twice a day… I call home. I entered that Poet Laureate of Illinois contest a while ago, and gave out my home phone as the number to call (in the event they chose me as one of their recommended). I’m convinced I’m going to be one of the chosen, as stupid as that sounds and is.

Submitting writing for review is a lot like the lottery. Only you aren’t able to check to see if you’ve won. Someone else has to tell you you’ve won.

This is why I haven’t submitted poems to magazines. My days would get wrapped up in the mail, and it would make or break my day. I’m checking my phone messages repeatedly during the day for god’s sake. And it’s making or breaking my day.

[positive thinking]

I’ll post a note on the blog when I win.

[/positive thinking]