Well, Foundry doesn’t want any of the five (or was it four?) poems I submitted.
They did mention that they liked Sundays, after the cat dies but unfortunately couldn’t find a place for it.
I think this means that they thought it sucked a little less than the rest of my work.
Submitting is a painful experience. There’s the initial spurt of enthusiasm, that giddiness that comes from hitting the Send button. Then the fear, the doubt. The weeks and often months that pass before, The Letter.
You know the one. You see it in your inbox and feel that cringed fascination because as long as you don’t open it, there’s still hope that it’s an acceptance letter.
Finally, you do (because, you know, curiosity and all) and there it is, brief and to-the-point:
Thank you for submitting your shitty little poems. Please burn them. On second thought, please burn all of your work and find a “real” job.
Well, of course, it’s never quite that blunt but that’s what it feels like each time I receive one.
But, no matter. Because life is more than writing. It’s also running and hiking and taking long beach walks. And, of course, it’s about dogs. Because weathering rejection is so much easier when you have a four-legged pal that doesn’t give a damn about literary magazines and thinks your blackberry muffins are the greatest thing in the whole. entire. world.
A few days ago we took Seriously to the beach for a little romp. She loves the beach. I think the spongy sand must feel quite delicious against her paws because she goes wild, running up and down the beach chasing sticks and digging holes. It’s a beautiful thing to watch, a dog running wild on the beach like that.
Meaningless but interesting facts I can’t stop thinking about: According to the ASPCA, there are about 78 million dog owners in the US plus 85.8 million cat owners (though really, does anyone own a cat? It’s kind of the other way around).
American Pet Products Association estimates that we’ll spend a staggering $69.36 billion (yeah, billion) on our dogs this year.
Last year we spent $66.75 billion, on everything from pet food to doggy treats to vet bills, etc.
And there are some snazzy, and expensive, tech devices out there: doggy treadmills ($600-$800); PetChatz, which lets you facetime with your dog when you’re at work ($359); activity monitors ($100), collars with GPS ($150-$600) and even pet feeders with cameras that allow you to talk to Rover while he eats during those long afternoons you’re stuck at work and he’s home snoozing away on the sofa.
Luckily, Seriously is happy with long runs, chew bones and the occasional piece of cheese.