I had another acceptance for a tanka last night. I’m currently running at four acceptances and three rejections for last month. Two editors have yet to reply – I’m hoping for one acceptance and expecting one rejection from those. The rejection will be annoying as it will be coming from an editor who, at one time, had taken eleven pieces from 12 I sent him, then started turning everything down – he’s rejected everything I have sent recently and now stands at 11 from 16. I can’t work out if I’m going wrong somewhere or if he has changed his requirements.
I also have three competition entries in. I don’t generally enter competitions because my results have not been good over the years and entry fees can be expensive. However, this year I thought I’d enter more as a way of sending more work out. I expect all three entries will disappear without trace.
Julia had a special session at woodturning yesterday where someone demonstrated various finishing techniques. It left her a bit lost as there was a lot to take in. Today she is doing a specialist class – the U3A is coming down to see the group and run a session in the workshop. If I were a good husband I would be able to tell you all about it. I’m not, but I can say I think it is for making pens. I know that making pens came into it somewhere.
It’s not that I don’t listen, or that I’m not interested, it’s just that my hearing isn’t as good as it once was, and I find it increasingly difficult to retain everything. There’s probably a research project in there somewhere – the role of declining hearing in marital disharmony. Or, considering that you need clear speech as well as good hearing to communicate properly – the role of muttering. It cuts both ways and everybody seems to mutter these days instead of enunciating clearly.
I will stop here, as I have a feeling that I may be turning into my father . . .
Congratulations on the acceptance and good luck on the others!
Julia’s pens in progress will be beautifully done.
🙂 So far, so good . . .
Good work from both of you
Thank you Derrick.
A good finish makes a good piece of woodwork even better. Something like a poem perhaps. I hope that you sweep all before you in the competitons.
Competitions are like lotteries with the added hazard of a judge with strong views.
Im always amazed at how little my husband remembers our conversations…
To be fair, he has a difficult and responsible job and probably thinks about it a lot. He therefore has an excuse. Me? No such luck. I really should listen more.
That’s fair
I admire people who work hard and think, I have never been much good at either. 🙂
If I still had my lathe I would welcome a visit from Julia. I have a spare single bed so you wouldn’t be able to accompany her.
I’m used to it. She’s the people person. Me, I’m complaining that I have to go to Norfolk for a Wedding in Spring.