by Erika-Marie Geiss
This week, I offer an anthem of sorts for the freelance writer, that speaks about the trials, tribulations and victories that many of us share.
I write for a living, you see.
Isolated sometimes, is me.
My laptop’s my friend,
But it may be my end
‘Cause VISTA is on my PC.
I wake at dawn just to see
The offerings that there may be
At FWJ;
I hope and I pray
To find the gigs perfect for me.
Several look like a good fit.
To these, I think I’ll submit
The items requested.
I shall not be bested.
At least one of them has to be “it.”
Guidelines are read and adhered to.
Included my best clips—just a few.
Now I’m ready to send
The app that I’ve penned.
I do this not once, but a slew.
New messages have filled my inbox.
An acceptance would totally rock.
A rejection, I’m sure
Is what is in store.
I’ll add it to my well-padded stock.
But wait, what is this thing that I see?
An acceptance? No, it just cannot be!
The clips that I chose,
The Ed likes my prose,
And published soon, I will be!
I write for a living, you see.
Masochistic? Yes, it may be.
Write and submit.
Apply, wait and sit,
But it does pay off eventually.
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