2021 was a difficult year for me: My mom died, I lost two friends (possibly because I'm an assh*le), I was hospitalized in June with two infections, I found out my two accepted chapbooks weren't getting published, at least one family member got COVID-19, and other things I can't list. I'm still not okay after everything, but I'm trying to find my center.
It wasn't all bad in my personal life: The guy I've called my baby brother for his whole life was legally recognized as such, I got a matching tattoo with my sister, and I am now the proud owner of a webcam/microphone for YouTube videos. It's not as much good as I hoped, but maybe 2022 will be better. I don't think I can tolerate another year like the last one.
|My tattoo was a couple days old here.|
Acceptances: Eleven that included fourteen poems and two drabbles.
New poems (good enough to submit): Thirty-three and a few drabbles.
I received a Best of the Net nomination... something that's never happened to me.
I made a full-length literary collection and started submitting it. I also submitted Blighted Feast to a few more places, but it looks like I may have to self-publish it this year. It's difficult to get by without paying fees to submit poetry manuscripts.
Oddly, I found out the poem that was nominated for a Rhysling Award was also nominated for a Pushcart in 2018. I spent these few years thinking I would never have work considered for the honor.
How was last year for all of you? Do you have any dreams or schemes for 2022?