I’m supposed to be writing today. I made this internal deal with myself to write on Mondays. I was trying to write 10 pages a night but that didn’t last, so now it’s write as much or as little as you can on Mondays. I’m trying to writing a short story. It’s branching out for me; my primary focus is poetry, depressing poetry according to my brother. Published, depression poetry I always hit back.
I’m not good with the short story form. My short stories always turn into vast sea of pages, novel-like epics without a good middle. I’m a beginner and an ender but the middle seems to always be muddled. I’m kind of that way in life too.
I guess I could work on my poetry instead, but I’m too conflicted. I just keep reworking this poetry piece I wrote in August - it brings up things I don’t want to contemplate anymore. It's a good piece I'm just not objective enough yet. So then I go to write something new, but all I seem to do is write lines I’ve already written and I rack my brain because they sound so familiar and then I realize that I’ve plagiarized myself.
I'm writing this as I eat an ice cream cone. If you know me you know that is the oddest thing I’ve written in this whole blog. Can Blogging count as writing? I did Google myself and I found me too. A couple of old press releases I wrote, a Zoo mention or two, and some volunteer stuff. I have an actual web presence.
CW
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