Okay, today I brushed myself off and got back on the proverbial horse.
What are you talking about, Reckless?
Well, I submitted some of my newer poetry to a fledgling literary rag mag. Submitting is a risk I quit taking when I got engaged. It's been a long time, and the whole market has changed. If I get in, I'll let you know where to buy your copy. If I don't get in, I'll probably pretend I never posted this. Nah. I'll just send it somewhere else. Finding the right fit for your work is the toughest part. It's entirely subjective. The editor might like your poems if she is eating cake but find it dull if she's trying to clean her desk off for the weekend.