I’ve learned well my lesson about this audience.
Two times ago? Perfect. Winner. Getting paid.
Last time? Not getting included at all, but the editor likes me enough to send me a personal message to tell me so, even though their web page says that they do not respond to writers unless they are using the work.
This time? Not a winner, but back in the magazine. And with a poem that my test readers were not very sold on.
Lesson learned. Audience grasped.
Omg. Out of all the ridiculous things he’s said…he’s right about this one. I doubt he knows it (or maybe he does…maybe what he said about it wasn’t a joke), but today I got taken aside for a conversation along those lines. So now in addition to everything else, I have to try and…well…I’m not sure what exactly I’m supposed to do. Look after someone, I suppose. At least, that’s what it feels like I’m being asked to do. The word babysitting was definitely used. And not by me, unfortunately.
Now the magic trick is my finding a way to do that, but in regard to people who are in charge of me.
I. Can’t. Even.
I had another thing and forgot it.
I need sleep.