I have spent the morning weeding through the morass of the wicked alice inbox. It's scary in there, and since we've been closed to submissions all summer, I hadn't really ventured in very often, if at all in the last couple of months or so while I've been struggling to keep my head above water over at dgp. I did manage to whittle down 350 submissions to a mere 39 in the final batch, but I've had some of them since February, so I imagine the poets are getting angsty about them..I hate to be one of those journals that takes 6+ months to respond, but alas, the press runs me ragged...though I don't feel quite as guilty as I would if we didn't take simultaneous subs and were tying up people's poems indefinitely.
The next task, chapbook manuscripts...though I'd better wait until I'm in a better mood...
