The only way to get published is to persist. Oh yeah, and writing writing writing, writing as hard and as well and as much as you can. All you can do is write the best poems you can figure out how to write, and keep on sending them out -- the rest is out of your control. That, and not letting either acceptance or rejection go to your head. When you sit down and face the blank page, that page doesn't give a crap who's accepted or rejected you before. It's a fresh challenge every single time. And that's the beauty of it.
—Anne Haines of Land Mammal via Ivy
And yesterday too, I randomly picked up Write Mind from my bookshelf, and randomly flipped open to entry 99, which said something like:
Wrong Mind: All I write is drivel!
Write Mind: I am blocking my own creativity. The next time I come to the page, I won't write about what just interests me. I will write a pool of my own blood on the page.
And I thought Oh! That's why I'm so afraid of my writing! *facepalm*
Bleeding on the page...vulnerability...lack of borders...victimization...hurt...
But like Christ, can I bleed to bring about healing and reconciliation?
Now /there's/ a challenge.