Highlight. Press delete. large portions of text vanish. This is revision.
Watch with bated breath for each exquisite scene to unfold in magic.
I’m behind on my national poetry month posts, and every other kind of writing. So here’s day 17. Maybe I’ll catch up. Writing difficulty: it does not feel natural as it once did. The words– come haltingly as I over think and decide what words are worth putting down. But before I can choose what’s…… Continue reading writing–National Poetry Month Day 17
Badass bitch who doesn’t give enough fucks to be basic. That’s who I am, right? Sometimes I really don’t know. It’s a thin persona, because– Well, because I do care. To a painful degree. But being passionate leads to– unique–ways of expressing myself. And it’s not actually persona, after all. It’s me.
memories against my bidding arise, fleeting– quick, I grasp at them.
raindrops fall outside my window, inviting my fingers to tap along the keys in contradictory rhythm.
Drafts in the dropbox. Downloading files and more files. The portfolios. Selecting music, stretching fingers to prepare. Commenting, guiding.