I submitted a piece of nonfiction today; it felt very scary. No hiding behind poetic license. It was an essay about grief, something we all know about as we get older.
But even though submitting nonfiction was very scary to me, I was able to enter this essay title and information on the excel sheet I created after learning from another writer; I followed his suggestions for creating a submissions excel tracking sheet. I added color coding for Rejected, Accepted (that’s in green), Pending, Withdrawn, and Unknown. Too many unknowns, it seems! I am learning to sort by these categories as well.
I am having fun working with this!
I don’t think I will become a nonfiction writer now, for I really need that poetic license and I do tend to look at the world through a poet’s eyes.
But I am still trying to grow as a writer.
Thanks for reading.
And it is July, the month of excesses. July.
Fireflies and girls laughing in the dark. Layers of cloud playing with sunshine and rain. Layers of clouds winking before the storm. And color–color returns.
There’s poetry in July, the season of excesses. And splendid shadows!
Even during the short nature walks, I learn something. Today I learned that as everything becomes so green, we do lose some of the spring colors. It’s such a lush time of year!
The Virginia bluebells are no longer in bloom, but some type of small purple wildflower and another pink wildflower are in bloom.
There are still rather exotic looking birds passing through on their way north. Delightful to see the small songbirds, catch a glimpse of the glorious colors of indigo and gold, orange, black, and red.
Soon I won’t be able to do my favorite walk, a beautiful path in a Spruce Forest. Why? Mosquitoes. Let me just say I’ve tried everything, absolutely everything and I am just too popular with the mosquitoes! My favorite path runs along a creek, and mosquitoes certainly love water.
But every time has its beauty, and this is a lush green beautiful time.