YOPJ - Lead Balloons and Shoe Leather Vs Helium and Cake
This problem I'm having lately is completely my fault! I'm stuck in overdrive. Normally I have a slow flow rate to my writing. These days instead, I'm stocking up on extra writing in my draft files while still posting at the upper limits of DU poetry's tolerance. Yet in my brain is stuck SO much more material. I'm literally drowning.
Don't worry; I won't exsanguinate via my pen. I cannot post in blood. It's just dribbles and dribbles of merciful ink, here and there to take to top off my overflowing mental mammary glands.
But in the meantime I am trying to grapple with life as a writing mother who wishes to make enough money to not be scared of future media visibility.
Media visibility that isn't coming from me. I can't control it, I can only prepare. I'm running scared. Sandwiched between songbirds and writers galore in my family, from artists gallons of paint spilling off canvases from easels on all sides. I'm short, scared of people (sort of) and not at all timid of the stage, so my stilts have me balanced on ball-point tips. Hoping writing gets me into a better position to serve and live safely.
Back to my problem. My own torrent of ink. I can't even tell if my new book "Cake and Helium" will fly.
I overstuffed my bookworms. Sorry!
Please, if you are actually reading this please comment and tell me what you think of my newest poetry book idea. (Read the poem, "Cake and Helium" while you are at it!)
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