i'm yours, ghosts and all

whenever i start drafting emails to send submissions to various literary zines i always feel like i should preface it by saying, look, i'm a manic depressive with a paralysing fear of death and what that means is that my motivation or lack therefore is often dictacted by chemicals/forces out of my control and there will be weeks when all i do is write furiously and your inbox will literally be overflowering with words or ideas but then there will be weeks, even more weeks, when waking up is exhausting and frustrating and all i can bear to do is lie in bed and listen to the biggest lie by elliott smith and play bubblegame.org