Motivation

Matt continued my asskicking during the day. While I was at work, he IM’ed me several times, yelling at me for not writing.

I decided, during lunch, to go out to the Barnes and Nobles in Crystal Lake and purchase a copy of Poets Market.

That’s right, kids. I haven’t had enough rejection in my life lately, so I want to get it from absolute strangers.

Let me tell you about the whole publication process. You send a group of poems off in the mail. Despite all logic, you check the next day to see if you got a reply. The mailman begins to either make or break your day. You check, constantly… daily…. to see if any news has come about your poems. Continue this for 3 months. If you’re incredibly lucky and the journal is incredibly fast, you get some notification. Otherwise, wait another month. Possibly two.

At the end of the day, you wind up with a photocopied piece of paper saying "Thanks for submitting but…. we are unable to use your work at this time."

Repeat.

No wonder writers drink all the time.