In the mid-1990s, I looked at my publishing record, which was pretty good, I had either placed, or won several awards, but so many magazines began asking for readers fees, I realized that my publishing effort was like funding a vanity press. And when I added it all up, it cost me more to publish my poems than the prize money that I won. Done. Also, a bad car accident in the late 1990s derailed me. I was so PTSD, it took a long time to work my way back to the writer’s hut. Why I went back to school to get my MA, etc., was to reboot my brain. Now everything is “published” in my blog as it were. Catch and release.
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