starting to develop another bad facebook habit.I know it’s a facebook habit
because I posted this there when I should’ve posted it here.


a challenge that comes along when trying to steer energies into the more serious depths of what one would dare call literature or the literary, is when dealing with a stretch of time where not a decent sentence is possible. Every word feels like a chore. Don’t want to work on it. But must. Can’t let it float away. Maybe go look at an in-progress thing that hasn’t been worked on for a few years. How the hell did I write those killer paragraphs then but can’t do it now?


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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