I have been sending my full-length poetry manuscript, in a variety of iterations, to contests and publishers since 2002, the year I got my MFA. It has never been a semi-finalist or a finalist, and out of literally hundreds of contest and open-reading period submissions, only seven editors have ever taken the time to respond … Continue reading Another Near Miss
I told Paul yesterday that I keep hoping I'm going to wake up and feel fierce and sassy again, but so far, no dice. Oh, ruts are wonderful, aren't they? They wash everything around them in a blah grey haze. The obvious thing is that the agent passed on the memoir. This shouldn't really come as a … Continue reading Where’s My Sassy?