who am I to say?

In one mood or day I will look at something I made or tried to make and find it full of problems and if I’ve composed it into an ebook offering feel sorely tempted to unpublish pronto and sometimes do so though I hear that’s an unwise action but if this is my humble biz I want the front to be no disappointing display; but then I might on a whim pull out the thing to maybe tinker with it because of pulling it off the shelf and it was pulled off the shelf for a reason, the reason because a review revealed many seething and writhing problems; but there in the fresher review I become surprised because what was a work full of problems a month ago, now reads better than I remembered so I put it back where it was without changing a thing and regret pulling it off the shelf at all.

However, I find this applies more to the ebooks and almost not at all to the print. Whenever I pick up the poems I published in print form, it is often after a several day sabbath, and I expect myself to suffer cringes no matter which page is opened; but that doesn’t t happen. So I have to wonder about focusing more on print than ebooks. And I would want to also wonder if a potential reader does not get a better idea of what they’d be reading if a real book could be handed to them as opposed to an online sample. This may be an advantage to look forward to when reentering the world I am native to because of a common language. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I am not about to predict whether anyone would enjoy anything I presented in ebook format, but the collection I put into print I could easily recommend as something to not so much sit and read quickly cover-to-cover, but as something to have around to pick up now and then, sip a stanza or two, put it back down, sitting on a porch or sofa, a casual setting.

I could also easily develop a rabid hankering for a pile of Taco Bell tacos and burritos. Such prospects as a pile of Taco Bell tacos and burritos (as well as about ten bbq sandwiches) do help soothe the pain of saying farewell to clothes drying on apartment balconies.


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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One Response to who am I to say?

  1. i like the points you raise here, Timmy, the struggles with self that many go through, i can identify
    and empathise with
    My best to you


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