I should not write a blog post when I'm in this mood. I'm bound to say something I regret! This morning I had a email from the editor of Acumen to say my poems didn't make it. Deep down I already knew this. Some time ago now I was informed that two of the four poems I submitted had made it to the shortlist and that I would hear by the end of November whether they had made it into the journal for January. Of course I was excited and the waiting was awful. One minute I was up, the next down. When I didn't hear I feared the worst. So it doesn't come as a shock just a huge disappointment. I was told there were around 1,000 poems submitted and the decision was hard. Is that a comfort? Not really. I just wanted publication in something a little more prestigious on my poetry walk. Right now I'm not sure what I feel so I just won't think about it.