One slipped by. Now it's Shut for Business.

Ah Shut...

I've been away for a couple of weeks, taking a much needed break from the routines of work, parenthood etc.

I send out a lot of poems and rely on them to tell me if they accept it or reject it. I don't have time to closely monitor each site, so if they neglect to tell me, which does happen on occasion, I assume it's a rejection, or that it was lost.

Lost in the system

I only just discovered that a poem of mine had been accepted and published back in April. It's through the Mad Swirl site. You can find the poem here. It's called Shut for Business. Here is the beginning:

Shut for business

Stand high
Be outspoken
Not that it’s the message

I also have a story called In Memoriam coming up in a couple of weeks through another site called Drunk Monkeys. It's a simple piece using various methods of communication. For example, one part is from a letter, another is from a text, the core subject being a man who died. It was rejected fourteen times, the highest number of anything I've submitted. I was about to give up on it to be honest. Proves that persistence does pay off.

This is where I spent half of my holiday, in Indonesia. I was so relaxed, I never wrote a word.

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