What One Girl Knows

Submitted poems to Stirring today. It's easier somehow to submit poetry than fiction -- it's not my genre, if they don't publish me, I don't feel all bruised up inside (or at least that's how I assume I will feel -- I just started submitting poetry the other day).

All morning spent researching literary journals. I need someplace to send my fiction before the end of the month. "What She Doesn't Know" has already been sent to Cimarron, but the rest are in limbo. I need to revise my zombie story too. And write a few more pages of the novel. And buy groceries -- out of paper towels, kleenex, almost out of toilet paper. Out of cat food and dog food and pasta!