I said I was sick of blogging about my "almosts" and I am. But I can't blog about my writing because I haven't really been doing any. Spring holidays here, so Thirdling and Middlekid are home; Prima will be home as of next week for two weeks, and I find it impossible to work with them around. Looks like I'm headed for perma-smack. But just because I need the sympathy, a poem rejection:
"I really like this, except that this part completely stalls out, for me:"
(insert lines editor didn't like)
Which made me laugh, in a scary, pathologically dangerous sort of way, because of a comment from the teacher of the writing class I took last fall. (Teacher is an ed. ass. for BIGNAME FANCY MAG):
"I really like that section towards the end:"
(insert same lines)