A Writer's Notebook, Day Seven-Hundred-And-Three

I am considering quite a few ideas for things to write.  For one thing, I am considering an idea for a series of poems, but the idea is still very new and I am not yet certain about it.  As well, I am considering writing some of my recent thoughts to do with the political situation in America.  It seems that their must be some level at which certain values exist that make sense in both contexts.  This is not to say that both are equal, and I am certainly not a centrist.  I grew up in a liberal home and have always carried many of those values, though I am skeptical that the traditional left in this country is quite limited in its thinking.  The point is not to change my own perspective, or to defend the right, who are often promoting dangerous and absurd ideas (for example, Ben Shapiro speaking of the need to be rid of empathy in politics, which literally is a call for sociopathy in our leaders), but I also recognize the failure of logic in so much of this disagreement, and I think I am beginning to see a way of understanding it as a clash of certain core values, so I may attempt to write about that soon, though I am not certain how to present the ideas, and I think I may want to do a bit more research first.

In addition, I also sent out a number of new submissions.  One was the same chapbook that came back a few days ago, but most was fiction, and I am quite excited to see how that does.  I know it may be some time before I hear back, but I am eager to see how editors respond to my stories, as it is different than with poetry.  It may well be that I find myself in the same situation, but I am glad to feel a bit hopeful about the prospect, even if that will not last.  I think it demonstrates that having some feeling of moving forward and creating new and different opportunities does actually help to an extent, though it may be short lived, if my fiction has the same reception as my poetry and I cannot find more similar steps to take that give me a real sense of progress.

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