My body keeps telling me it’s Monday but it isn’t. No, it has been a week since my last confession even though being off yesterday for Labor Day makes it feel a lot like a Monday work day. So join me if you will…
I confess that 3 day weekends make me wish they were all that way. Actually they make me wish they were longer still. Give a guy a day off and he wants two. I confess that I get greedy that way.
Over the weekend I tried to utilize some of the extra time doing what I call the administrative things a writer does. I’m not fond of these things but unless you are going to take the Emily Dickinson career path and stash your writing away in a dresser drawer and hope someone comes along and gets it published for you after death then the proactive approach seems to be necessary. So sending out your work becomes the dreaded necessity.
I confess that I was not fond of math in school. Algebra was in my view something I needn’t concern myself with and I recall that my grades in the subject would testify to that fact.
Strange as it may seem, my post school days poring over and processing detailed election poll data, strategizing over ward and precinct numbers, margins of error, voter turnout, and then there was my fascination with baseball statistic. My wife likes to remind me these are the very uses that I swore I’d never need such complexities of math for.
But over the weekend I noted that on Duotrope – my submission tracker tells me that I have sent out 56 submissions in the past 12 months and that I have an 8.89% acceptance rate and that is higher then normal (though I haven’t a clue as to what normal is). So I confess that I am again dragging numbers into my life – my poetic life at that! I confess it feels sleazy talking about it.
Shamefully I confess that I also check my blog analytics from time to time. I suppose it is a good thing that I don’t yet have a book published or I’d be checking that sales ranking daily like it were the Dow Jones or something.
I confess that my San Francisco Giants are torturing me with their play these past few weeks.
I confess I need to pay my library file and check out some books
I confess I watched like three old episodes of Friends last night and felt like it was the good old times again.
I confess I’m loving the weather today because it is so
! And I confess that when I’m resorting to confessions about weather it must be time to stop. Have a great week everyone! San Francisco