I haven’t put together a decent poem for a couple nights now, but I have come up with a couple of lines or thoughts that I really like. I will most likely work on expanding them into a full blown poem at some point. As with my short stories, it seems to go in bursts. Times of incredible creativity and times of complete writers block. As I tweeted, I am waiting patiently for the inspiration. It will come, I am sure of that. I will continue to scribble down lines, ideas and random thoughts. Each one of those is a seed that may grow into something beautiful. Some of it could be weeds, and some of it may not grow at all. Write it, and it will come. Final thought of the night: It’s a good thing I don’t make a living at this. I’d be broke.
FF
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