Hey world!
Here I am!
Look at me!
That is what sending my work out for consideration to be published feels like to me sometimes.
Yet, it has to be done, I mean, otherwise what am I doing this for? No, I'm not really asking you, I am asking myself. As a writer/poet, we are often asked (yes, even by ourselves) why we write. Depending on the day or my mood, the answer varies, greatly. Sometimes, I feel like an observer or reporter of the world, or at least my own environs. Other times, it feels as if I am just journaling, jotting down my thoughts. Still others, I feel like I am locked in a bare, windowless room with bare feet, pounding on the door,begging to be heard or acknowledged in some small way.
So... fingers crossed. I just sent five poems to www.caketrain.org for their consideration. Let's hope they hear me, because I really have to pee.
