It doesn't bother me that I don't feel compelled to write poetry anymore. I'm being creative in other ways, and it's not a big deal.I have a novel sitting in the back of my brain, tossing darts at the cerebral cortex and singing "Edelweiss" with the hippocampus (both tenors). As I've been reading books for the ninth grade curriculum, all I can think is, I can do this, when the story strikes. But something's in the way.
But then again...
I do feel like I write good poetry...hell, I'm right next to Jim Daniels now! Twice!...so I want to get something on paper. I don't want just former versions of me to be in the magazines...I'd like current versions as well. I want my stuff to keep my fairly slim dream of publishing a book of poems alive.
As TRP writes, "Quality follows quantity." I have a road trip to Chicago coming up this weekend. When I'm not driving, I'll be writing.
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