Love after Love: A poem by Derek Walcott

A poem by Derek Walcott:

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

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A great list of writing markets

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Needs an update, though: elimae is closed.

My friend told me that after bereavement he wrote a lot, and that rejections from lit mags just seemed trivial after that and were sort of therapeutic in a sense.

I had stopped writing and submitting for a while. I have started up again. The rejections mean nothing compared to what is going on with my dad, but honestly despite their triviality it still does feel like bee stings on top of a huge gaping wound.

How Being Tired Can Make You a Better Writer

What an awesome, and inspiring post.

Notable quote:

“I blog every day with a toddler whacking me 47 times with a NERF sword before breakfast.”

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One of the best writing teachers/mentors in the business is Author Candace Havens. This woman isn’t an author, she’s a force of nature, and any writer who wants to go pro needs to take her classes. Recently, she presented for us at WANACon, and she brought up some interesting points I’d like to share here.

Embrace Being Tired

Okay, first I want to take a moment to acknowledge that we do need rest. We need breaks and days off. I’ve been working 16 hour days 6 and 7 days a week since the beginning of the year, and right now all I want to do is curl up and sleep…for a month. I’ve wanted to do this for the past 5 weeks at least, but I had to finish what I’d started.

It’s been almost two years since my last social media book, and it…

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An Excerpt from “In Blackwater Woods”

There is something about Mary Oliver’s poems that resonates with me.

“to live in this world

you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go”

– Mary Oliver

When my mom was sick, I previously posted another poem excerpt of Oliver’s, that helps me again now:

Then said my friend Daniel
(brave even among lions),
“It’s not the weight you carry

but how you carry it –
books, bricks, grief –
it’s all in the way
you embrace it, balance it, carry it

when you cannot and would not,
put it down.

–Excerpted from “Heavy,” by Mary Oliver