So…some welcome and wonderful news! Well it was until of course I managed to stuff things up - but I didn’t mean to.
A poem of mine was accepted for publication online, which is probably the best thing ever to have happened this year.
It also happened to be a love poem. It looked pretty juvenile to only include the initial to whom it was intended, so I edited it before my mad burst of submissions, thinking it looked more serious if I were willing to put a name to it. I’m not ashamed to be associated with the individual, but it is embarrassing too, but isn’t art all about exposing oneself every now and then?
It turns out the person to whom it is dedicated didn’t appreciate having his name attached to it, despite me having mentioned it. I should have been more business-like about it but I wasn’t and when I’d sent an e-mail to proudly brag about the poem (which will be appearing in print too!), the reply I got was a real punch in the gut. I thought of buying some girlie stuff to cheer me up, but the thought left me…numb. Call a doctor, quick!
I know it’s probably my fault, and it’s utterly ridiculous to let that one thing spoil what is probably my greatest achievement to date (gosh, that is so depressing) but I really couldn’t help it. It’s so lame to be so upset! Too bad I can’t share the link with everyone; just waiting for the name to be deleted and then I’ll be pimping myself out more hardcore than Fat Cow Poet. In my grief, I cancelled social plans I had with dedicatee (is that even a word?) and he’s pretty much the only person that actually enjoys spending time with me.
I’ll try to bury myself in work. I do have a buttload of reviews needing to be written but the day before yesterday, writer’s block set in. Finding it hard to concentrate this week. And to think some fellow Blogcritics want me to write some articles for their site! Good luck, loser. Guess I better get back to reading this book of reggae poetry and playing Glow Worm (this awesome game I have to review).
