We went to a nearby lakeside cottage for writers group. The octogenarian professional writer listened to another writer read my poem. It had the word rest in it, at least four times, and the word nag a couple of times. She said, “I don’t know how to say this, but I don’t like the words.”
It surprised me. She’s a nice person. Then she explained, “It’s all those words beginning with r’s and n’s. They don’t sound poetic.”
As I listened to the poem being read, I thought it sounded preachy. So it’s back to re-writing. A writer must re-write. A writer must persevere, if ever they want to get published. I have learned this the hard way. I praise God for allowing me the gumption to stick with it, although I’ve allowed long delays in-between sometimes.
