from the drafts, February 2024
It’s a hard thing to have a hobby and not pluck its feathers hoping someone wants a coat. I write and think about publishing, and where, and who wants it. The choices swirl and never come together. Like unmixable latte art. I plant false interviews in my daydreams just to pull that ego from my throat and brush my hair with adoration. Ariel sings, “I want more”. How can I abandon my knee-jerk reaction to post post post anything I write and everything?
Most poetry journals and magazines want original, unpublished work. That includes everything on a blog. So the ‘Hamlet’ is to publish poems here or not.
October 2024 update
Yeah I’m submitting to poetry magazines but also writing my thoughts and book-writing journey here. I get so serious sometimes. Overthinking. *pats my past-self’s head* It’s all right. Do whatever you want, girlie girl.
Cheers,
Eva