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On Gifts With No Bows, and No Timeline – guest post by Sarah Carey

Who doesn’t love gifts? Some gifts arrive in packages, neatly wrapped, in smooth, colorful paper, boxed, ribboned and bowed. Such gifts contain tangible items; they might be classic representations of thoughtfulness, but generally have a finite timeline for use.

Other gifts arrive in the form of awareness, or knowledge. Perhaps the best way to describe these gifts is to say they have no timeline for understanding, are intangible, and can’t be labeled. They arrive unexpectedly and can change the way you live your life.

Having two full-length poetry collections released within a year and a half of each other has been a gift of the second kind that I’ve been blessed to receive and contemplate. While I’m always conscious of how lucky I am – I never would have dreamed 10 years ago that I’d now be the author of four poetry books, including two chapbooks – I’m increasingly mindful of how much my writing experiences, particularly over the past couple of years, have taught me. I’ve learned a lot about marketing and promotion, for sure. But I’ve learned more about myself.

Here are a few takeaways:

Within the poetry community at large, I’ve found advocates in other poets whose work I have reviewed myself or shouted out (which is yet another reason why I view reciprocity within our community as so important.) I’ve learned not to be afraid to approach some of these poets strategically to ask if they wouldn’t mind sharing some of my poems or even writing a review.  I’ve rarely been disappointed. In addition, I can’t overstate the importance of journals and editors who have published me and view me as “part of the family.” I’ve published in several journals now, and not all of them necessarily emit that vibe. But those who do have always been supportive, in ways like offering book signings at their AWP tables, or otherwise amplifying my successes — be they books, poems they might have published, or other recognition. Recognizing that it’s these journals who are most likely to support my work, as opposed to (insert name of big-name journal, platform or well-known poet who have no connection or vested interest in working with me at all) has been a gift.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t say it’s a gift to be retired and able to spend the time I do to pursue my personal passion. Poetry’s not all I do, or all I think about. But even when I’m not actively working on something poetry-related, it is always in the back of my mind. It’s also a gift to be in the admittedly privileged position of being able to afford to attend the AWP conference and occasional workshops. When I am able to attend conferences or otherwise network with poets I’ve learned from, who have published me or shown support in different ways, I always try to remember to thank them. Any success I’ve had has been part luck, part perseverance, and part other writers believing in me. And I never want to take any of that for granted.

Finally, here’s to the gift of insight, self-acceptance, and the drive to keep going in whatever you’re passionate about. Cheers!

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