What’s the day today, my heart gives a lurch
I tell myself to be sensible, free as that bird on its perch
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There’s work to be done, there’s life to be lived,
The sun on its back, a sudden flutter of wings,
A juicy worm for breakfast and now, time to sing.
In the end it is best to remember
Publishing is a business,
To make it viable they must pick stories they think will sell
And, (we are told) ones they think, will go together well.
There are so many considerations that the best might miss out.
Take heart. I know rejection is hard.
For later, like the bird in its tree, the joyful bard.
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| Photo courtesy A.Mathur |
We will get back up and on with the business of
living
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| Photo courtesy A.Mathur |
read them and rejoice in our talent.
This post was written on the eve of the results of the HarperCollins / Indiblogger short story competition. My story - A Husband In Hot Water: What does a poor man do when his stroppy wife takes offence? Find out what this husband did. Genre - Humour.
