Slacker Poet

Here I am in the Pacific Northwest where being a slacker and wearing grunge is cool. Good thing for me. I'm beginning to notice I'm in circles of high-achieving poets with poems being published in the allegedly finest publications. I've published a bit and a few books too, but I spend a lot of time not submitting at all. I have to pull myself together in order to do it in a most business-like way and weather umpteen rejections before acceptance.

I'll keep doing it but not every day like some of these people. Maybe I used up all my competitive energy with 15 years as a marketing executive. If I wanted to spend all my time churning out letters and bios, I might as well have stayed in sales and marketing. Plus, I'd be making a six-figure salary. Gee, I thought by becoming a poet I could contemplate my species, planet, solar system, and universe, not to mention my own navel, without having to be a goody-two-shoes all the time.

Yeah, just give me my mocha, my dog, and some more rain. I'm busy rereading existential texts, natural history, and the newspaper. I might write a poem this month. And I might submit to some publications next month. Meanwhile, I'm busy slacking off.

Yours,

Karen