Do poets have egos or just a sense of humor?
Well, I had heard this from Paul, but until it jumps in bed with you and puts its cold feet against your back–you don’t really pay attention. I have only been at this word slinging thing a few months and the poems I have sent out were accepted except the baseball poem sent to Mystery Island for the upcoming Book of Balls. He had enough baseball poems. Anyway, the process is a bit slow, and I understand that most of the online publications are a labor of love and accomplished in spare time–at least that is my take.
The other night I sent some poems off–perhaps my best so far to a highly recommended mag a fellow blogger had suggested a couple of months ago. She is a fantastic writer and well published and from reading their home page–this publication had a great sense of humor. Perfect fit.
I received a reply the next morning.
Well, that was fast. I wonder how many they are going to publish?
None.
Rejected.
They googled me and discovered I was hiding my stuff on line.
Huh?
I found out that some editors have a policy–if you post a poem on your blog, they will not accept it for publication as it is considered published and who wants to read a poem or publish it for that matter that has already been on a blog as famous as mine. I am all over the internet, she said! Heck, 10–20 people have already made comments on these poems. But I am not bitter. Such things tend to make us creative.
I am new to this game, so you learn something new everyday, I thought. No big deal, I sent them to another mag and got a positive reply two hours later.
About that same time, I received a second email from them saying they wanted me to send any of my other poems…they had never rejected such good blah, blah, blah, but they had a policy. But, they want my stuff.
I said well most of mine are online that I would care to send, but when I write some more I’ll let you know. I guess I can’t post anymore poem thingys here if I want to build my credits and be widely published. Maybe I will have to post them under a pen name with a picture of have my face or maybe with a fake title. There has to be more than one way to skin a google cat.
So, will I send them some new stuff? Haiku Sonnets have been good…hmm.
It’s funny what triggers a poem.
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