About a year and a half ago, my band, Anyway, Soon set out to record what was intended to be our first and final album. The duties of real life were taking their priority with members moving to different area codes, but we wanted to set down our final batch of songs as a sort of record of what we had done.
Sadly, although the recording process generally went very well, by the time everyone had dispersed, we just hadn’t gotten far along enough on the tracks to release a complete album, as intended. We did finish this one song though, which you can listen to below.
There are rough mixes of the other songs on our drummer/engineer’s Soundcloud page. It was a blast playing with these guys, and if I had one regret, it’s that I never found myself able to commit the amount of time/effort into the project as it deserved. But such is life.
I’m bummed I’m not taking part in National Poetry Month this year. But I have a good reason, and I’ll be sharing that with you soon, too. It’s the most overdue of all the overdue news. It’s the most hyperbolic thing ever.
In the meantime, I had a new poem up over the weekend in TAB: The Journal of Poetry & Poetics. It’s called “The Girl Who Thought She Knew Something About Monsters,” and it’s the continuing adventures of someone from The Diegesis. It’s the beginning of a new project.
Why not give it a read?
I’m not one to complain about time. I’m not one to fall into the “I’m just too busy” trap, mostly because I tend not to look at my obligations as burdens. Saying you’re “too busy” tends to register as a complaint. I try not to say that because, well, I really like being busy. I like doing the things that suck up my time, and I like contributing to the different creative and professional worlds in which I’ve been given an opportunity to do so.
Well, well, well. It’s time for AWP 2014 in my backyard of Seattle! Sure seems like this town and state in general have been rising in the ranks of national esteem lately, so the timing of this conference just feels so, so right to me. I’m very excited to be representing Cascadia poets everywhere, and although it’s always nice to travel to other locales (Boston was great last year), the hometown pride factor is pretty cool too.
When you’re a submitting writer, it’s part of the natural course of things that some weeks go better than others. Rejections usually come in bunches, and they come more frequently in the fall, when school is back in, journals are opening for submissions, and everyone is looking to get a head start on the coming year’s work load.
Having occupied many roles in the publication cycle, from the rejector to the rejectee, the acceptor to the acceptee, I am quite fascinated and appreciative of the whole process. A lot of work goes in at all ends, making the moments when it all comes together that much more worth it.
New poem in Issue 9 of River & Sound Review
Last week, my poem “The White Between the Frames” was featured in Issue 9 of A River and Sound Review. This crew doesn’t operate too far from me, and about a year and a half ago I had the honor of winning their five minute poem challenge. The editing team was a real treat to work with on some revisions of the poem, and I have to say it was one of the most enjoyable publication processes I’ve ever been a part of.
So, if you haven’t already, please take the time to read through their latest issue, and if you don’t already, follow them on Twitter (@RSRSeattle) and Facebook. Poetry editor Michael Schmeltzer runs the show online, and he’s always ready with a good quip or a Philosoraptor-worthy question. But yeah, check ’em out and tell them what good work they do.
Posted in Collaborations, Poetry, Press, The Decedents, The Diegesis, Writing
Tagged A River & Sound Review, Anne Champion, Carol Guess, Chas Hoppe, Gold Wake Press, Joshua Young, Kristina Maria Darling, Oyez Review, poems, Poetry, Pushcart Prize, Sarah E Colona, Tasha Cotter, The Decedents, The Diegesis
Hey. I’ve been gone awhile. I was moving. Moving takes away blogging time. It happens. More to come soon. I hope.
Anyway, as I was moving, I realized I had a few more books lying around than I had thought. So I’m giving five of them away on Goodreads.
I’m accepting entries until October 15. Sign up, and spread the word. Please.
This is a fantastic overview of some basic submissions etiquette. When I managed the Bellingham Review, I’m happy to say that I rarely got any snarky or otherwise rude replies from writers that we rejected. One does stand out in my mind though: “Dear Editor Type: Those who can’t edit. Consider killing yourself.” Luckily I’m the type to find these things more humorous than anything else, but still, that kind of stuff does indeed stick with you.
You’ve written, you’ve examined the marketplace, you’ve formatted your manuscript, and you’ve submitted with a great cover letter. Time goes by. Months, perhaps even close to a year. Suddenly an email shows up in your inbox or a self-addressed, stamped envelope (SASE) shows up. The moment of truth! What does it mean?
Getting a piece accepted usually becomes the high point of a day, a week, a month, and usually editors are as excited to be taking a piece as a writer is to have it taken. In that envelope is a publication contract to read and a questionnaire to answer. What are First North American Serial Rights? What about contributors’ copies? Are you getting paid?
And what if that envelope or email is just a rejection? How do you handle it? Is the editor breaking up with you?
Rejection and acceptance are the two outcomes of a cycle of…
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