I have been writing more than ever, but I am feeling a little creatively stunted. I spent yesterday reading poetry. The really great, non-rhyming kind.
I sometimes marinate in other people's talent, hoping that some of it will penetrate. I don't know if I will ever show the kind of talent that others will be envious of, but I guess the point is to keep at it. To write through the blockage. To push through the self doubt.....so much self doubt!
So here is my attempt at quantifying my feelings, in some very OK-ish, non-rhyming poetry....
So many words requiring my attention.
So much avoidance.
I search for a way to start.
I find more ways to ignore the task ahead.
Words seeking blank spaces to fill.
My mind seeking relief from the constant buzz of activity.