If we did all the things we are capable of,
we would literally astound ourselves.
— Thomas Edison
Last week was productive. I’ve kept up with most of my goals, and there are about 100.
Yeah, it’s too many, but I’m doing them! Exercising, learning French, teaching, writing, graphic design, laundry— I even have clean toilets.
But there’s one goal I have not met. I have yet to send out a story or poem anywhere, and I promised myself two rejections a week. I can’t get rejected if I don’t submit my shit.
So tomorrow I’ll owe myself 8. What’s the problem? Red tape.
I hate looking through submission guidelines. This mag wants 3 poems, that one wants 5. This journal accepts no more than 6000 words, that one accepts no less. This website allows simultaneous submissions, that one doesn’t. They want your name, they don’t want it. They’ll contact you, or they won’t.
I just want to write stories.
I stink worse than the south end of a north bound pole cat at keeping track. So now I have to add goal number 101: figure out a method that works. Hopefully that won’t require figuring out 1000 ways that don’t.
It’ll be literally (you know, I think old Thomas Alva meant figuratively) astounding if I do it.
I worked up this basic submissions tracking sheet last year, so until I come up with something better it’ll have to do.
Got a system that works? Do tell!