Last night, I found out that two poems of mine were accepted for publication.
One of them is arguably the best poem I wrote last year. Maybe my best non-gimmicky poem in years.
I almost withdrew it because I wanted to send it someplace more prestigious.
Actually, that's what I did months ago. It got rejected.
That's what I did with my other best non-gimmicky poem in years. I sent it somewhere prestigious.
No response from that publication yet.
That's was almost seven months ago. How's that working for me?
Maybe it will turn out great. Maybe not.
Maybe letting go of this one piece will urge me to write even better poems this year.
If you're a writer, sometimes you have to let go of the fear that you've peaked.
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