Yesterday evening

My therapist is in Greenwich Village (aka the Village). I told her I am sort of kind of thinking about sending these whitters out to see about publishing (this crops up every six months ago in my mind). She wants to know what happens with that; which is rather nice of her. I will probably call upon her assistance, as I cry over rejection letters and goodness knows what in this process. Anyway, as I was going there yesterday I was struck by something. (Ariana was a college friend who grew up in the Village; she helped me get through the summer I watched my grandmother dying of ovarian cancer … with wine and a substance that is smoked by many college students, especially in Washington Square Park … enough said). I was struck yesterday by some things that seem not to change over decades.

Village girls

You are all Ariana
parented toward insouciance
light as feathers loose and solo
breeze borne through the odd small streets
light in weight and clothing

Life made pretty by some wine
a light for a proffered joint
where does your artlessness lead
or your art
what is Ariana in her 40s

Torin

September 2, 2003

I gather you’ve lost touch over the years. Be interesting to know the answer. With a smile…

redmoonrising

life changes doesnt it? maybe look her up, why dont you? im glad she was there for your support, too. the words are lovely, but youve mispelled a word…i am so proud i found that. i realize its a typo, but damn cathy you have been editing my diary for years, now i can point to a mispelled word. you are human after all, yayyyyyyyyyyy.

hopefully happy and safe…*hugs* – Colette

Armiel

Good luck, sweetie. You shouldn’t get any rejections, but then some people are just looney. *hugs*

you found the word, eh? muahhhhhhh

Freewind

Excellent, Cathy!! You should try to get your work published as it is more than good enough!! I would love to see Greenich Village…oh, well…sigh. Love,

Starr418

I have a friend I lost contact with, she changed my life forever, and my heart misses her dearly..

I was just wondering about a friend from the past yesterday. Interesting sometimes to revisit old friendships in reunion or just pondering what they maybe like now. You will be published. Rejections are just the sorting process of getting your work in the best place. Each step of the process just that much closer to sharing your lovely whitters with others : ) Hugs and Smiles

Can you think of a rejection letter as merely a stepping stone on the path to Yes? What can you do, mewonders, to make the process less traumatic? Even if it’s traumatic, though, I think you should definitely follow through.

The Rickster

I’ve submitted things for publication before, and have received all manner of rejection notice–most of them being form letters–and one that wasn’t even signed. Feel free to email me and whine IF you get one of those. Good luck with getting some stuff published–I suspect you won’t have much rejection to worry about. 🙂

Woman of many hats..

: )

I’m so glad that you’re considering publishing your whitters! I want my copy autographed, please! 😉 Hugs,

Well I’m sure life isn’t made pretty by wine anymore. Its funny watching young people sometimes…they have no idea that the problems they have aren’t the mountains they make them out to be. :O)