Still Waiting

I know I said that I enjoy writing, and that I would write poetry even if no one read it but myself. It’s true; to me writing is like breathing. It’s something I have to do. Not always something I want to do. I have the complete opposite of writers block. New ideas pop in my head all the time. The same with short story ideas. And I get frustrated. Today I had sent out my poetry manuscript to the 15th legitimate literary agency in The States, and it gets old, considering that I’m still waiting for any of them, from the 1st one through the 14th one to respond to the many follow up emails or calls I’ve made.




I wonder if, when my collection of short stories is ready to be published, will I have the same problem?