My inner critic and persistent threat to my worth as a writer has been working overtime lately. She comes from within, an opinionated know-it-all, presumed to be much smarter than I. She nags at my blather of wasted words demanding that I hit the delete key. I block this ultracrepidarian critic and finish my sixty-seven words for the day. I hit the send key before she returns.
This will be a rioT
You know this isn’t prosE
I already told you’alL
That I become illeratE
When it comes to poemS
So figure this one ouT
Follow me so that I
Can do this poetiC
Rhetoric for followers to basH
In case you don’t get it, my sixty-seven words today include a sample of telestich poetry. Need some help? Check it out at Poetry Soup
When I’m feeling sorry for myself, I think I am the only one living such a complex life. Nobody else has family with a homeless son, addicts, and prisoners. They aren’t raising a grandchild. In my writing groups, especially in Story Circle Network, I discover I am not so unique. I begin to realize that each passerby has a life story as vivid and complex as mine.
I started this blog to focus on writing – mostly as accountability for my memoir process. Leaving the old blog behind makes me feel disconnected, scattered and thinking maybe I should have revived the old Witt Bits. Any advice? Should I try to import the blogger blog into WordPress, put a link on the current site to the old one, or just let it go and move on?
Admit it. We all like to hear a juicy bit of gossip. As long as it is not about us. Or our family. Or our best friend. The important thing to remember, however, is that most gossip is simply idle talk or rumor.
Writing memoir requires cautious editing and removal of anything which could damage others. Quidnuncs are invited to read my memoir. They may be disappointed.
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