I am painstakingly revising my manuscript. It is going to be an arduous process as I have been completely re-working it, including a new title. I will email press soon re: title change and other changes will continue as I have much that can be improved upon. I realize that the ego gets in the way: envy, jealousy, fears, insecurities and so much more. But I think it is getting better. I want it to be much better than it presently is and feel I must continue plodding away at it, though this morning I was completely exacerbated with the damn thing! Onward!
We are snowed in yet again in Denver metro area. It is a good time to work on it in the midst of Wii noise, two t.v.'s etc. But I need to keep working at it. I am looking to change a number of titles of poems as well.
I am terribly insecure about the manuscript in that I feel it will be published. One reviewer felt that I didn't provide an aha moment or "epiphany" I guess, and I've come to the conclusion that I am indeed at this moment in my life unsure of much and it's okay that that uncertainty comes through in the manuscript. Death confused me, shocked me, threw me into a severe episode. It's time to move on and simply do the best I can do. I constantly criticize the manuscript, feel ambivalent about it, and unsure of my ability as a poet, but I will continue to work on it. I don't want to overwork it, but I do want to re-work it to the best of my ability.