My part of Wisconsin received about a foot of snow yesterday. Instead of going to chemotherapy, I stayed home and watched a wall of white gobble the world. My fourth attempt at getting treatment will take place on the 19th. I hope the weather cooperates.
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I received rejections today and yesterday; they are the first for February. This year, I've heard "no" twelve times. No acceptances. I'm submitting a lot this week since I'm not coping with chemo side effects.
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Last night, I received an email stating my poem, "Consumption" was nominated for a Rhysling Award! It's never happened before. They have a list-in-progress but, as of this post, my poem has yet to appear. I receive a copy of the anthology that houses all the nominees.
I probably won't win, but knowing someone liked my poem enough to consider it one of the best things they read (in the genre) all 2018 brings a tear to my eye. I wish I knew who it was. My readers are the absolute best! I'm honored.
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