After clicking my heels yesterday over quite possibly one of the final copies of Poetry: Volume One to be issued I realized… damn. Poetry: Volume Two is set to be released in eight weeks-ish.
That’s madness blog family.
… imagine what Poetry: Volume Three will be like.
This all switched my head back to the entire publisher / rejection thing. An Editor that I have much respect for recently was tormented and trashed all over the Internet for kicking back a submitter. I sincerely cannot conceive that type of insane behaviour.
If you’re like me, for example, and don’t really feel like someone rejecting something that (regardless of a supposed “literary standard”) is deeply personal and a raw reflection of your Self…
Then bloody self publish!
Editing is like, important.
Your real audience finds you.
Once you finish that book and get your hands on it. It’s forever.
I’m pretty excited about my poetry crusade to be honest. Pumping out a volume a year is nothing, it’s editing that’s the shit part – which is why a publisher would, in fact, be handy.
Too bad my collection won’t be submitted to any of those…