WOW what a week! Two days ago I received an e-mail from the editor of The Medulla Review and she said she wants to accept four of my poems, and then she went on to say that she connected to my poems as a reader because her dad was in Vietnam and when he returned, he played his guitar passionately also.
That touching and heart-felt response just rocked my world, but wait....it gets better.
So then, I meet up with my mentor, John A. Nieves, to discuss where my poetry career is heading and to plan for its future, and blah blah logistics (I bet some of you didn't know there's logistics and planning in a creative field...I hope you just learned something). So then, out of the blue he says, "Tony, you're fucking doing it man." That's right, even though we're poets we curse....a lot, because eloquence is something reserved for the pen and page. Anyways, then he says he's going to be drafting up a proposal for a speaker panel at AWP (an awesome national literary conference, where I first met Brian Turner a few years back), and he wants me to BE A SPEAKER ON HIS PANEL!!!!!!! What a shock...and such an honor, to be esteemed by a mentor enough to be asked to be a fellow presenter at a national conference. I'm still reeling from just the thought of this. Hopefully we'll get accepted and I'll get to rock some faces with my gnarly teaching/speaking skills.
WAIT!!!! IT GETS BETTER!!!!
So then, I come home and I check my e-mail like I do thousands of times a day (and usually the inbox is empty), but I get an e-mail from War, Literature, and the Arts out of the Airforce Academy and they're accepting a poem also. So now I'm sitting here reflecting on how two months in to 2011, a year which I vowed I would crush, and I've already achieved more than I thought I would.
While far from being done kicking this year square in the pants, I would like to throw out a few "thank yous" because I believe I don't do it enough.
So, I couldn't have done any of this without the love and support of my amazing family and the best group of friends a "dude" could have. They're all a bunch of saints that constantly encourage and support my sorry ass as I chase this dream of making my words matter and my voice heard.
And lastly, thanks to the big man upstairs for putting great people in my life that I have the pleasure of annoying constantly.