Can you force yourself to sit and write creatively? You can make space for it. But can you dig something out, remove a splinter from your own thumb? And if you decide to dig, ignoring the urge to wander away, will the result be worth anything? I think structure helps.
Tag: poetry
crossed words on crosswords; the freedom to dislike things
I used to feel obligated to like everything. It’s a side-effect of people-pleaser anxiety. I had to like incense. Flip-flops. Gilbert and Sullivan. I got over it.