I never do summer submissions, but this year I thought I'd give it a try. I mean, there are so many fantastic journals out there, and waiting to do my traditional Fall submission is really hard. Plus I have a bunch of new poems to send now, so why not? Here's why not. Because during the summer I am home, and when I am home, so is the mailbox, and I am tempted to keep peeking in, even though the alarm system beeps every time I open the door and that can seriously interrupt the sleep of a one-month-old baby, apparently.
But I still peek.
And our new mail carrier still brings the mail late, like 4:30, so every time I peek into the mailbox all I see is dead beetles (she must have swept them from the corners of her studio...no, they must've crawled in there and died after hovering around our floodlight all night). I'd get antsy, but hey, I'm not doing my part right now. After lunch I will dive into RHINO manuscripts and add roughage to the publishing ecosystem. And then maybe it'll be time for the mail to get here.