Although I’ve stopped looking at residency opportunities.

Although I barely read the journals and magazines I subscribe to.

Although I seldom write morning pages anymore.

Although I still have months of pages to sift for essay ideas.

Although Pinch declined my essay in July with a generic response.

Although I haven’t written a new essay since August–a lazy compilation of bits about Eunice.

Although I choose to feel rejected.

Although “a scarf for another season” is under review by only two journals.

Although I stopped submitting essays in December.

Although the editors of Pinch did not send me a generic response.

I have nothing new to submit.