Why? I don't know, really. I just did it. I was on autopilot, editing, editing, editing, and then--
Sending in more poetry to literary journals.
Last time I sent stuff in, I was rejected by each and every one of the seven journals I queried. I guess it's a testament to my determined spirit that I've taken another bet, right? I don't know. I take my poetry seriously, but not because I want to become the next poet laureate or anything like that. I take it seriously becauase the poems I write--each of them--mean something to me. I'm just like anybody else; I want affirmation and encouragement. I want people to read my work and resonate with it. I've put a little piece of me into each of the poems I've written, and that's why rejection is rough. But I also know that no matter how many magazines reject my work, my poetry is still meaningful, because I find it meaningful.
this is not my own illustrious collection of rejection slips...but those of a writer I found
Virginia Woolf is an inspiration to me on this particular topic, because she wrote in many an essay, as well as in one of her novels, Three Guineas, about how important it is for a woman to write her own thoughts, her own soul--not another's conception of her thoughts or another's conception of her soul. She termed the ability to write uninhibitedly "freedom from unreal loyalties."
I love that. "Freedom from unreal loyalties."
I want to get published. I really do. But I don't want to change my writing persona or my style to achieve that goal. I want to be accepted on my own merits, affirmed in my own conception of artistic expression.