Sometimes in blogging, inspiration arrives erratically and in quantity. That is why I can now move swiftly from a definition of “Senior Moment” onto rejection. I’ve already covered it recently in my comments on the record-breaking rejection I had last week, so I won’t labour the point.

I wasn’t expecting this rejection as I almost always end up with an acceptance from this magazine, and because I considered the poems to be good. But it was a guest editor and they can be unpredictable.

I never time these things, but it was a matter of minutes before I was onto other things. I returned, briefly to the subject as i sat with Julia at breakfast and I am now back to other things. I have returned to it for this post, but only to give a little context to my remarks. It’s possible that in years to come I may write a satirical novel featuring a mad pensioner who dedicates his last few years to ruining the lives of editors who turned him down, only to realise he’d have been better writing poetry.  It would allow me to be rude about some of the foibles of editors, and to point out the importance of looking forward.

I have just spent an enjoyable half hour looking at other places to send poetry. I’m not sure if they are all for me, but it’s always good to look round and try something new. It’s easy to get into a rut when everything seems to be working nicely and you need the occasional prompt to do something different.

Having read some good poetry whilst doing so, I also want to up my writing game, so there are several positives to take from every set-back.

The only thing that worries me is that, having written what I thought was some of my best poetry for months, I get turned down by other journals that usually accept me and find I have taken an evolutionary wrong turn.