My Attempt at Chutzpah

The word “Chutzpah” means Audacity.

So how have I embodied this word? 

By submitting and then hiding. I have a completed novel and several WIPs drowning in my writing apps and notes, but do I query? Of course NOT!

(For any soul or ghost that breezes through this isolated part of the internet. To query in the literary world is to send your manuscript to an agent. Then twiddle your thumbs in agony while waiting for a yes or no reply to publication) 

Why would I do something so brazen? It will lay bare all the lies I have told myself. Plus the period of waiting, Boyy, I would have gone crazy with soliloquy.

Therefore, I dusted my waddling anthology. Yes, I write poems. 

Are they any good? You are asking a closeted writer. Of course, I will lie and say they are horrible.

The poetry section hasn't been all roses, and rejections have added to my negativity.

However, instead of crying and screaming “Why me?!!” in the shower like an RnB Artist, I resorted to submitting to more lit mag and journals. 

For every rejection, I submit to 2 or more journals as a replacement ( I don't make the rules). I just took the simultaneous submission a bit too much, if I dare say.

Why such an audacious post?

Because I can't keep crying over spilt milk, it is either I lick it off the floor or pour a new cup.