The haphazard adventures of publishing.

So, one day I was sitting in class, daydreaming about the guy sitting across from me. The problem? I had a boyfriend and he had a girlfriend. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't seriously considering pursuing him; I just thought he was cute & intelligent. So what did I do with those temporary feelings? Write them into a poem and forget about them.

A couple years later, I'm shooting emails left and write to poetry publishers with my submissions. This month, a publisher replied saying that they were interested in my 10-line (literally), daydream-fest of a poem. A poem I thought was a throwaway. And the kicker? I'd already sent them several other poems which were more recent and which I thought were my best.

What sense does that make, right?

No idea, but really. I'm trying not to question it. Sure, it's not one of my STELLAR poems that I would LOVE for people to read and analyze, but it's a poem that's mine, getting published. That alone is awesome, and that's why I keep sending out a variety, because I can never fully guess what a publisher will or won't decide they'd like included in their publication.