Balancing out a kind of wretched week, I do have a new publication out, an essay called "Me and Margery Kempe" in the wildly eclectic magazine, Wild Violet. It's the kind of journal you can really dig into and enjoy because everything in it is so different. There are even a couple of experimental films this issue, so go check them out and be wowed. Also stop by editor Alyce Wilson's site for her journal Musings and the wild, weird history of the Penn State Monty Python Society.
People are always marveling how many publications I have, but that's because they seldom see the rejections that pile up behind those few and sporadic successes. It's a trying process, writing is, and many writers are tempted to give in to despair, but then you find that line that has to be written -- that only you can write -- and the keys begin to clack once more. It's all about putting the failures (rejections, infelicitous phrases, obviously stupid choices) behind you and hoping you'll find the magic again. But you can't find it if you don't flex those fingers, so back we go again and plunge into the waters.