Those of you follow me on Twitter may have seen a post a few weeks ago with my good news. In August, a small collection of my poetry will be published. I swooned a little when I got the email confirmation from the editor. Especially in light of the fact that when I sent off the manuscript, none of the poems included were accepted anywhere for publication by themselves yet. In the months that passed, I had almost forgotten about the submission, and delightfully three little poems had found future homes in some journals.
So, I’ve been buried up to my neck reviewing the manuscript, changing words and punctuation here and there, moving the poems about to get them in a semi-logical order, trying not to obsess and failing and succeeding at not obsessing depending on the minute or the hour. I want it to be really good. I want it to be better than I know how to make it. But, I also want to remember to take a deep breath and remember to just feel good. Someone wants to publish them.
It’s hard to remember to just enjoy the moment sometimes. I’m working on that.
Then, I can get back to working on my manuscript.