Despite the rejections (aw shucks) of the fiction and poetry, I must love blogging and have a hunger for projects of writing.
A project I have gone headlong into means I am approaching the appropriate personnel–to see if they know of any stories about their people.
These stories are what’s called “testimonies”. In other words, what’s happening with you, and why.
One wanted the minutest detail about me first, probably to see who I really am, and if I am who I say I am.
Unfortunately, none of my “personnel” got back to me with offers of people willing to tell me their story–which I would have submitted to editors who are actually interested in seeing my work.
Considering, there are editors who turn the page of my work with a disdainful eye (I jest; it’s not disdainful, it’s probably indifferent or courteously sorry they couldn’t publish it), the editors who are interested, don’t get to see it. The irony is painful, but bearable.