Submissions closed for Allasso last night. I’ve had the chance to read through some of the submissions, but I have quite a few more to go through. Then again. Then again.
I have read some great writing, a lot of pretty good writing, and, uh… Some that wasn’t good. But I’m okay reading those. Makes me remember some publications to which I submitted years ago. I look back at the poetry I sent and think, “Why the hell did I send that in?!”
I’m embarrassed by stuff I wrote a few years ago, but I’m proud I sent it in! Because of that, I love reading God-awful writing. I won’t accept it, but that’s a sign that people are trying. No bad can come of that :)
B. L. Cook 