April 23
04/24/2005 01:21 a.m.
Hum.....46 poems written since Jan. 1....113 days....2.4 poems a day (mathmatically) ???

Why do we as writers feel we have to quantify our work?

Why do we judge our works against others, not knowing their situations, life issues, or experiences....we are all unique...all struggling to release the door that holds our greatest work...

we trudge along...day by day...moment by moment...growing, seeking, experiencing...to use as the catapault for our own writings...

my muses....where have you gone?


M
I am currently Clueless