It’s 23.22 and I have made a late start. I have also made two false starts, one on the subject of writer biographies and one on the subject of aiming for 100 rejections.
I have a strong dislike of biographical notes in poetry magazines, because I really don’t give a toss for the lives of the various poets that appear in the magazines I subscribe to. I don’t read them because I am interested to know that A spent twenty years in teaching or B has a degree in Creative Writing. I read them because they write something worth reading. I am at one with the editors who don’t do notes on the grounds that the magazine is about poetry.
I’m not against talking about myself, as you will know if you read the blog regularly, but I am against writing about myself when I’m trying to get poetry published. There are too many dull biographical notes, including ones that are just lists of publications, and I don’t see any need to add to them.
Anyway, I have nothing interesting to say.
I’m currently deciding on the look for the photograph one magazine has asked me for. Do I take a selfie as I am? That will, as Julia points out, establish me as a man in the tradition of W H Davis, the tramp poet. Though, strangely, he always looks well-groomed in all the photos you see of him. Or do I shave my head, trim my beard and end up looking like the idiot brother of Ming the Merciless? It’s not an easy choice, and it doesn’t change my writing, just the opinion people have of me.
Then there is the question of the 100 rejections. It’s really about upping the number of submissions and aiming high. That, so far, is where I have failed. I only made four submissions last month and so far this month have only submitted one thing. I have several other submissions in the planning stage but I doubt I’ll manage more than four this month, as I don’t have the finished material to send. It hasn’t helped that I’ve slowed down this month, just when I really needed to get a move on.
When I started writing poetry I didn’t realise that so much of my writing life would revolve around haircuts, autobiography and planning. I thought it was all about writing. Silly me.
Robin on a Fence
Chaffinch on the same fence
I would get a ringer in in. You must know someone who is young, good looking and intelligent.
Are you available for body double work?
I am overbooked as it is I am sorry to say.
Cursed by your good looks, I assume.
It’s a cross that I have to bear.
Your uncomplaining attitude does you great credit.
Yes, life is often not what it seems – in this case, writing being more about self-promotion. Still, from my perspective you have managed well with the autobiographies and haircuts.
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Smile slyly for the photo and they will all wonder what you’re thinking about. Make them feel like they are missing something. If nothing else you will enjoy messing with them.
Good plan. I will start to practise now.
There you go again being all “it’s about the writing “ we all know…it’s never really about the writing…it’s the spin…
🙂 I will try not to sigh as I agree…
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Sigh…..
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Three birds on one post?
What can I say? I felt birdish…
What photo pleases you, personally? Give it your best, and you will do fine.
🙂 I will have to think on that.
Love the idea of a tramp poet! Maybe when you retire?
🙂 Or perhaps before…