Time is not managed where I am. It’s more that that. Time is the price for not getting things done. That’s when time is a headache. Conversely, time is the vehicle for getting things done, but it is going to run out and I am going to get older. But if one still thinks one has time on their side, time is about looking ahead optimistically.
This week: The beginning of the week started with a rejection slip. Enough said, but it started the week with a bang. Then, it got quiet because I’m in a phase of writing that is quietly pondering. So while I blog a film review, a poem here or there, other things are on my radar that I’m silently working on slowly but surely. The quiet voice of the “muse” as they call inspiration stirs in the sounds of silence.
What I’m seeing is that the printing press is struggling so it seems. This may affect every freelancer who ever was and every will be.
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.
To be quite frank, my fiction and poetry submissions have been getting set backs, though sometimes I get a nice, thoughtful, considerate commendation. But the piece wasn’t picked up.
