Sent. Check. Wait. Fuck.

I edited my "Bearings" prose poem and have sent it off to Landfall, along with two other poems and a short story. I feel alot more comfortable with the edited piece now, I'm starting to realise the value of editing, even though my heart will always be in the rawness of the first draft, it's nice to have work that is more refined. I can't believe i'm saying that. ME. Gosh. How a year can change the stubborn. Now I play the waiting game. I'm possibly the most impatient person ever. lol.