I’ve been thinking a lot about writing
these last few days
and wondering why I’m not…
guess that will do
as a subject matter eh?
I wonder why I’ve not finished “the story”?
I’ve not even finished moving the whole thing
over here…
I wonder if it’s medication
or lack of inspiration
or just plain laziness
or is it the fear that
should I write
what I really have to say
the whole family
and the friends and acquaintances
will quit talking to me
and I’ll be even more lonely?
the fadder suggests
I should go into business for myself
and he thinks I would have a great career
in writing
Harlequin Romances
I’m not so much
into the whole “throbbing member” genre
but the fadder suggests
that the genre has changed over the years
and I oughta be writing that shit
maybe he’s right
the blister suggests
that there’s got to be a place
for my particular kind of whacky sci-fi fantasy romance
kinda shyte
and for the story of my life
before I retired from it
all sick and shyte
and maybe she’s right?
a friend suggests
a writing workshop
and maybe she’s right
a long lost friend
reconnected with
as recently as yesterday
posts a comment
about waiting for a book
maybe she’s right
all I know
is that I’ve missed being in here
and I think
I’m finally getting to feeling well enough
to start again….
I just don’t know on what
yet
LoL
