I received a rejected letter from a literary journal a day after I turned 34. If my work were to get published, then this would be one of the loveliest birthday gifts from the publishing world. Frankly speaking, I don’t mind rejection letters. I’ve gotten them so much that I can make collage on the wall. It’s part of growing up as a writer. It helps me (the writers) to grow-up and mature before we are accepted by one of the top-five publishing houses.
Now, the editor commented the lack in its ‘form, structure and plot’. And she’s willing to help me to polish it up, so that I’m ‘always welcome to re-submit’ to the journal again. Fine. I did as she told. It’s approaching a week or so, and I have yet to hear from her.
‘When there’s a will, there’s a way.’
Right. ‘That’ isn’t the only journal that’s available in this world. I can never blocking the door, idly standing there. I have to move on, not that I still have my legs that functioning, but I’m not going to waste anymore time. I’ve already submitted it to another literary mag, and had other alternative online journals in mind, as well.
Somehow, the feminism theory that I’d studied in the Jurisprudence class has kept me going ’til this day.
First of all, let me apologize for my four months missing in action. Mr Thunder and Ms Rain are on their way, hence, I have to finish this before they found me. Or, if I’m daring enough to write this under their nose (Eek, if they ever have a nose lol)…
I’ve done some manuscript editing and then put it aside cos’ I have something in mind that I have to do, or else it’ll be like a raven crow pecking my head wherever I go.
WanderInkZ Creative Services – I’ve set up this small business venture on Facebook to sell my framed and printed poems, instead of printing them in a chapbook. This is for those who wish to purchase my work individually, of course it’s not as cheap as a chapbook. Having said so, I’ve spent all my time to choose the best photo frame, beautifully designed papers, of which some I designed on my own, using fabric tapes, lace tapes and other ornaments, in order to provide the best and well-decorated artwork…in writing. I’m also taking in personalized poems ordering. This business will also branching into writing motivational poems, poetry editing services and poetry writing workshop. Do check the page out and click a ‘Like’ (truly appreciate that): https://www.facebook.com/wanderinkzCS
ZiggyZag Arms Poetry Journal – It says it all, as a published poet besides volunteering for Eastlit to be part of the editorial board member, I’ve started my own online poetry journal. It aims to publish under-represented and emerging Asian descent poets around the world (even if you’re half Asian, you’re welcome to submit). The publication months are February, April, June, August, October and December. Do check the website: http://ziggyzagarmspoetryjournal.weebly.com. Facebook ‘Like’ us (truly appreciate that): https://www.facebook.com/ziggyzagarmsPJ
Stay tune for more of me and my other baby-ventures…
Saw your words
upon the neon screen of fame,
put on that ear to ear smile,
Not for me only
but for the rest of your
beautiful boys and girls —
Separately, we will write
our chapter to make
a better today;
from this moment on
forget about tomorrow
for a little while,
right here and right now
say grace and give thanks.
Sneak preview of Christmas Gifts
“In the Eve, I received a Moomin card and then collected a little box with 24 inspiring quotes from the downtown hotel. Both gifts were from two lovely women whom I have yet to meet at the Gossip Park.”
Thank you for all your support, my beautiful people
and the future has abandoned you; but
has given me a breathe of new expectancy.
I have let go all the fuel,
Never I should look back in vain,
I shall admit this with no pang of shame,
for that genuine, considerate, faithful
love is all I ever needed.
Now back to test my patience and yearning,
Stoned and disbelief of what you just saw,
Sorry, but I am deeply affected
by this beautiful fantasy that to
balance my insatiable PH.
Sneak preview of Scattering Love: –
“He pouted and thought hard. “We shall take the last one together.”
Thank you for all your support, my beautiful people.
Twisting laces on the floor
Cold and wild,
I fall asleep again
in your hazy memory.