Writing in a vacuum
I write fiction, yet constant procrastination causes contradiction.
It’s become a right addiction but friction causes dereliction.
No definable progress is stressful,
Never knowing if depiction is successful
Blogging cures the constrictive affliction that limits my diction.
Makes three hours out of one.
The writer wrote. Wrote, wrote, wrote some more. Type; edit. A few changes. A few more. The novel got no closer to complete. No matter what was written, the prose seemed incomplete. Her judgement critical; no longer unbiased, bogged down by eternal reconstruction. No progress could be made.
With a kick in the pants, a decision was made. She would start smaller, and see where the results took her.
Blogging for beginners
Logged enough practice
Of experience I have plenty
I still can learn
New tips and tricks
Gall to believe I’m better?
1 way to learn
0 – reasons not too.
1 way to find out.