chaos

I am suffering from submission woes which don’t seem to have a cure except publication. I sent off three batches of poems today, one journal I’ve submitted to three times. The please, dear god take me did not make it into the cover letter but almost.

My problem, besides no desk of my own and 130 boxes of girls scout cookies sitting in my living room, is that I am at the difficult place of “stuck”.

The bigger print journals I need to get into I am “close” to getting into i.e. hand written notes, we fought about this poem at staff meeting yaddaaa ya but at last NO. And it would seem for sanity sake I would forget about them and concentrate on the more “lovely” smaller journals that at this moment I would say have better taste. I don’t know. Maybe because I am nuts…

Okay so my horoscope says to accept chaos and that if I do that, I will find god. WHATEVER. Personally I would like a cabin in the woods, several bottle of Merlot and a good type writer then we will see what deities show up.