Yesterday, something reminded me of this poem I wrote long ago. I couldn't find a copy on my computer, but I found a printed one in my rejections file and updated it a bit. (It's still true!)
The Trick to Getting Published
The other day, I had a thought, a topic to explore
that some enlightened editor would surely pay me for.
I found my tattered notebook, quickly filled a page or two
with details, every nuance, every angle to pursue,
fetched a cup of coffee and considered with delight:
the object of this effort is to write.
I visited the library and checked the latest facts,
browsed my local bookstore for some current paperbacks,
logged onto the Internet and searched for writing tips,
joined in a discussion on the use of paperclips,
then briefly had a moment of incredible insight:
the point of this endeavor is to write.
Yesterday, I canned a dozen quarts of pickled beans,
continuously thinking of my target magazines.
I wiped my dusty monitor and took apart the mouse,
washed three loads of laundry, vacuumed the entire house.
Now I must admit the thing that’s caused me such a fright:
the trick to getting published is to write.
I rearranged my office, bought an ergonomic chair,
scoured the cupboards till I found the chocolates hidden there,
studied my Thesaurus in a search for hidden clues,
looked again for e-mail, checked the weather, watched the news,
racked my brains and thought about escape with all my might,
and now it’s time to buckle down and write.
I’ve invested in a program to keep track of my submissions,
learned about legalities and contracts and permissions,
listed editors who will accept what’s not exclusive,
outlined the procedure, but my goal is still elusive.
All this preparation, yet the end is not in sight.
Somehow I really must sit down and write.
I’ve packed the lunches, sent the kids off on their way to school,
practiced every exercise and studied every tool,
found recycled paper, matching envelopes to stuff,
called my sister for support, then said enough’s enough.
Now that my enthusiasm’s reached its utmost height,
It’s finally time to settle down and write.
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JoAnn Early Macken