That really sucks, Erika. So many people I know in various authorial fields are just beset by AI-extruded crap on all sides, and the editors are swamped with so many submissions but there is so little real material buried in the avalanche of dross.

May there be better days ahead for all of us.

I might hit the next well-meaning almost-stranger that might say "You just need to Put Yourself Out There(if, indeed, plugging something into a Submission Portal even counts as that, which, meh.) What's gonna change, though? I mean, I do honestly think this is my best work, and that I get better every year or so, but, like, not night-and-day or anything. And I'm still getting older without that Master's or some grant to hang at Yaddo and Phoenix is still that spot where everyone says "I changed planes there once."(Maybe I really *am* here to make ABs feel better, in which case I have a *few* jobs I don't rule at.)

I'm disappointed about this one, but never making it into the literary review of my college after they gave me so little seriously chaps me. Also, not being fucked-up enough for, count-em ten, "Marginalized Crip Issues"{talk about being flooded with submissions, though.) But, really? It's like not being weird enough for the sideshow.