Most of the time, I log on here, ramble a bit, and hit "publish" before I even have time to proofread, for fear that I'll censor myself or judge my own words. Other times, I don't post at all because I have nothing of importance to share. I often bore myself with my own jumbled thoughts. But, I am a person who needs to write, who needs to think critically, and who needs to communicate articulately, (in my personal life for that's who I am, and in my professional life as per my job description) so when words fail me, I feel betrayed.
We all have tried to "cure" writer's block through various means, but my friend and fellow Blogger/English Nerd/Writer/Teacher Mia has a different remedy, stemming from the below poem, that I will surely need in the near future. I owe her. And her writing, though always great, is flawless in this post of hers, I encourage you to click through to her blog :)
8 Count [C. Bukowski]
from my bed
I watch 3 birds on a telephone wire. one flies off. then another. one is left, then it too is gone. my typewriter is tombstone still. and I am reduced to bird watching. just thought I’d let you know, fucker. |
Thanks Ash!! <3
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