Yesterday was a pretty crappy day, with lots of small things going kind of wrong: petty bureaucrats giving me the indifferent runaround, problems with the kids’ sleep, the one-hour-and-you’re-home train being replaced by an hour-and-a-half-and-we’ll-get-you-there-maybe bus. Nothing awful, but a cumulative effect all the same.
It was the kind of day that you can’t help feeling was sent to you specifically by the gods as a way to break your spirit, even though you’re a rational humanist who doesn’t believe in that sort of stuff. I made it through, though, in reasonably good spirits considering, ending the day with the simple joys of a sliver of award-winning vanilla slice, an episode of The West Wing and a little cut-and-paste zinemaking on the loungeroom couch.
The new day dawned after a pretty good night of sleep despite the youngest’s fever (which seemed to have broken by her 1.30am wakeup, allowing her to sleep right through until 6am) so I assumed that yon day o’ crap was well and truly behind me and hopped the train to work with a coffee, some toast hidden in my bag and a positive outlook for July 7 2010.
But the aforementioned nonexistent gods of cumulative minor annoying crap apparently weren’t done with me, because waiting for me in my email inbox when I checked it at my work desk this morning was a rejection from the lovely folks at cordite explaining that the four poems I’d sent them a few weeks earlier weren’t going to appear in their forthcoming Creative Commons issue.
To which I can only say: poo.
I guess I should sit down and take another look at the four poems in question (“She Likes Bees”, “After the Beep”, “untitled” and “Accidental Earthlings”) to see if there’s anything obvious that needs to be reworked. I’m happy with “Bees” as it stands – I think that one probably just didn’t ring guest editor Alison Croggon’s chimes (from what I know of her writing she doesn’t seem like she’d go for the cute/sweet/whimsical thing, so it’s a fair cop) – but the others are still pretty newly hatched and could stand at least one more edit/rewrite, I guess.
“Beep” and “Earthlings” might fall into the same cute &c category and just not be to Alison’s taste, but “untitled” is a bit more of a serious affair – I can’t just put its rejection down to taste. There’s also a chance that it’s too slight and somewhat fragmentary.
But you know? I like all four of them, and it would have been great to have had one of them accepted, even if it was just to be reassured that someone else liked them too.
That sounded a lot more sadsacky than I meant it to. I think this morning’s caffiene is wearing off.