This Daily Poem Marathon’s Killing Me
It’s the same thing every April: wait until the last minute to decide about participation, make a bad choice (ie:participate), then spend the month alternately hating myself for not being more creative / productive and loving myself for having the chutzpah to either write something new or to snag something from the Works-In-Progress File (a/k/a Dead Zone) and revise/revitalize it into being.
Oh well; truck on, I suppose. Eleven down, nineteen to go. Sorry to bug you.
It’s just how I’m built.
More (probably better) Sixes at Call Me Cate‘s SHOW MY FACE