For someone who doesn't write for a living, I have more deadlines than ever. Even if they are self-imposed, it amazes me how I'm able to keep up.
Even when I plan poems, I still find myself under the wire due to exhaustion and having to fall asleep earlier.
It's amazing how my "Donald Trump Jesus" poem turned out as well as it did. I started writing the poem out months ago. A stanza here, a stanza there. I only assembled the fragments hours before it was supposed to be published. And some of the final stanzas were written on the way to work.
I don't want to work this way forever. Still, given how I never thought I'd ever be able to work this way at all, it's good to know that I can.
I just need that luck to hold out for a few more hours. Then I can rest this weekend.
Even when I plan poems, I still find myself under the wire due to exhaustion and having to fall asleep earlier.
It's amazing how my "Donald Trump Jesus" poem turned out as well as it did. I started writing the poem out months ago. A stanza here, a stanza there. I only assembled the fragments hours before it was supposed to be published. And some of the final stanzas were written on the way to work.
I don't want to work this way forever. Still, given how I never thought I'd ever be able to work this way at all, it's good to know that I can.
I just need that luck to hold out for a few more hours. Then I can rest this weekend.
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