Well, I've submitted 3 more poems - to a Emag who takes email subs. A good thing, I haven't got the money for postage right now. If there was ever a time I needed to get a job it's been in the last few weeks - it's been really hard lately. But I've been selfish - in some weird Bohemian way. I quit smoking (mostly) because we couldn't afford cigarettes for us both. But I was willing to do that because if I went to work, I'd lose every bit of momentum I've got going.
I'm not going to mention where I submitted, but with the chapbook thing, it's the third submission I've made in 2 months or less - considering I've never submitted until now. I figure I'm bound to know soon if I suck as badly as I think I do.
I'm not nervous about rejections. I figure I'm sure to get my share of those - pay my dues or whatever. And I'm impatient as hell so the place I submitted to tonight I chose simply because the editor said that he never takes more than 3 weeks to answer.
Unfortunately, if I'm going to submit anywhere else, I have to write more, since simultaneous subs are frowned on.
Oh wait, I found a place that takes sim. subs, I forgot about that. I'll have to remember to check that out in the morning. Does it matter if I submit poems that are going in the chap? I so need to learn what the fuck I'm doing. *sigh* I'm so clueless.
Anyway, here I am at 1am and I'm shot to shit. I am going to bed - 2 hours earlier than usual!