Blogetary (Weblog + Commentary = Blogetary)

So, yesterday I worked late and got distracted and left my keys at work, thus locking myself out of my apartment.  Luckily, people were leaving as I needed to enter, and I have a neighbor I left a set with a while ago.  Blessings on his head!

But, in the middle of that I told him about being distracted because I missed Kiko, and he hadn’t gotten the email I sent out.  And so we spent some time in the hallway, teary-eyed and remembering our respective animal friends.  I had writing to do but all I wanted to do after that was sit in front of the telly and veg out or lay on the bed and cry.  So, I went downstairs to check my mail instead.

Another No Thank You.  This one from Harkur Palate.
Honestly, I don’t know why I bother sometimes.  At least the rejections slips to the literary and college magazines are worded much more graciously than the slips from the commercial speculative fiction zines.

What I think is funny is that the college and literary periodicals that have just finished telling me they can’t use their stuff, will put a slip in the envelope for a contest they’re holding for whatever I submitted (essay, poem, etc).  But they just finished telling me my stuff wasn’t fit for their periodical, didn’t they?  Why do they think I’m going to waste money on contest entry fees to be rejected by the same people AGAIN!? I know, it’s their way of making money.  I mean, the most writers really get from some of those places is a contributor’s copy or two as well as a lot of exposure.  Not lucrative. We do it for love, not for money.
Well, rejections from the literary zines are getting easier to handle.  I almost forgot about this one in the midst of worrying about finishing a paper for work, paying bills, mourning Kiko and wanting to nurture Pye.

There are a few more submissions out there I am waiting to hear back from.  In the mean time, I have some stories that I am leaving to “cook” that are out for critique that I’ll revise when the time is right.  Also have some new ideas to work on, some for a couple of new markets I’ve found.

And now, it’s time to go.  I was going to go to bed as soon as I got home tonight, but here it is, almost 10:30pm.  Well, leaving you with a rhyme my dad used to always say to me at bed time:

“To Bed! To Bed!” said Sleepy Head.

“Tarry a while!” said Slow.

“Put on the pan!” said Greedy Nan. “Let’s sup before we go!”