Begging, this story,
brimming over
bursting out
I suck in,
hesitate
ending preset
message elusive
crushed beneath
weight of subjectivity.
Begging, this story,
brimming over
bursting out
I suck in,
hesitate
ending preset
message elusive
crushed beneath
weight of subjectivity.
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So you are really working on a novel? How courageous! Micropoems and flash fiction is about all my short attention span can handle. You go, girl.
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I’ve only been writing and rewriting it for ten years now, lol.
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I did NaNoWriMo last year. Nearly killed me. I got 50,000 words of a very sloppy first draft that did not even finish the story. Novel writing isn’t my forte.
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It does require focus and commitment. I go in spurts.
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“crushed beneath the weight of subjectivity” Love these words!
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Thanks Betty – if only I could get out from underneath and finish the darn thing, lol. Hope you are well. I imagine it’s getting hotter where you are.
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That wondering and wrangling inside.
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It is….if only I could let go, I might publish something, lol.
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You will, I’m sure
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