Reality Check

In my sixty years I have read and known many poets. Many love to give that aura of an otherworldly soul, above the mundane, jaunty beret, scribbling in dark coffee bars. They need the mystique of the tortured soul and the holy grail of their words.

At my house the old poet sits at a computer, wearing mismatched pajamas and pillow hair. If you want to have a serious gig as a writer, get your head out of the clouds and tend to the realities.

A working writer spends serious hours and effort in perfecting their craft. Then comes the business of business. . . submitting work to whatever publications you have chosen. Editors received mass amounts of over the transom submissions (just means unasked for snail mail). Even those who accept e-submissions, and God