Good news or bad news? These blogging moments come to me spontaneously. I don't plan them and I think that's what makes them raw and unpolished at times. But I like it because there's something real there. Not everything in life can be laid out, and things come up unexpectedly even when things are confirmed.
Recently I learned that a poem I submitted to a journal was incorrectly printed. It was titled as "No Title" and the version of the poem published was not the one I sent in. Of course, I realized the former first because it was in bold, large sized font, glaring in the table of contents and on the page of the poem. I had titled my poem in the Word file I sent in, clearly stated it in the submission form, and the editors even addressed my title when they sent the acceptance email. But it was published as "No Title". Upon receiving feedback from my initial submission, I sent in a revision of my poem which incorporated some of the feedback the editors gave me. There was lapse in communication on their end at first, but I obtained confirmation from the Editor in Chief that my revised version of the poem would be the one published. However, that wasn't the case. I'd like to think after I sent an email voicing these errors and the lack of care and respect towards me and my work, that the editors would respond and apologize. That they would make efforts to amend the digital version of the poem to the format and version provided to them. But unfortunately I haven't heard back since. It's not easy to come up with ideas, write, preserve, and publish. How many countless thoughts surge through, that push and pulls us towards the deeper waters, towards giving up. And I don't expect it to be a smooth path. But for each and every one of us that creates, we deserve to be treated with time, attention, respect, and care.
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