The Waiting Game

The waiting game, which is not at all related to The Crying Game, thankfully, is what I am currently in the middle of in regards to publication. Getting a piece of writing accepted, not even thinking about printed, takes a very long time, especially when life is otherwise moving at college-paced speed.

An estimated response time of 90 days doesn't really seem that bad on day one or two, but after month two or three, you can't help but wonder if the mail got lost, or the email address was wrong. It has been recommended before the have at least five pieces out at all times, but it is an odd feeling when you can't really remember what those five pieces are at any given time. That last fact is probably a testament to my slack revision discipline, but it doesn't change the fact that the literary world moves at a pace all its own. No other part of society, besides government, can give them run for their money. I'm sure I'll get used to it soon enough though.

On a similar note, one poem that I have floating around somewhere was sent in to the fine peoples at AntiMuse. I just looked at their site, and they are now closed for submissions for a few months. I haven't heard back from them to see if they are taking the poem, but the fact that they are closed to submissions puts me in more doubt about an acceptance than I already was in. Any words of wisdom out there?