I write a bit of everything, I try to get some of it published. Most times, I get rejected. I submit again (to other places). Eventually, I get published. In the meantime, I complain about the hazards of real life. It's a process, really.
Sorry I'm kind of out of it, I'm working hardcore this week to pay off my Ninja I bought last week and to pay for LitDay, so I'm a little preoccupied with editing/pitch rehearsals. Hope all is well!