I began writing poetry at age 9 with a friend; we wrote a book and copied it several times and handed it out to parents and friends. Reviews were excellent. I taught college-level English classes for a few years and sent out poems regularly and got rejection letters regularly. I had a very few poems published in tiny journals who paid in copies. After leaving the academic life I wrote less and submitted even less. Every so often I would enter a contest; usually I got honorable mention. I am retired now and spend time revising and writing without any expectations of publishing; I share sometimes with friends. I also knit, and find myself more moved by color than by words as I age but moved by both, really.