Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Fiction Fest
On Trying to Write
You know what's super-difficult? Putting my writing where other people can see it.
It's a necessary evil, though, because that's the whole point. I mean, I suppose I could just scribble to my heart's content until the day I die and never actually show it to anyone, and I'm sure it would be very cathartic, but it also seems excessively timid.
It just so happens that I came across a couple of poems I had hastily-scribbled almost ten years ago, when I was evidently feeling pretty unsure about writing. This anxiety and self-doubt has been around a little while then, I guess.
So yeah, good or bad, I'm just gonna chuck one out there. And then I'm going to go eat some gummy bears.
Open Minded
So open, I'm sure nothing's inside
Just capacious, inaccessible vacancy.
Someone locked the door.
My pen leaves streaks of illegibility
On the lined page
Cross it out. Start again.
A few more letters
Those look awkward.
Cross them out. Turn the page.
I just can't write today.
8/3/06
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