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| The real stars here are the folks off to the left. |
I have an idea.
With hardly more'n a month in Paris
left
I find my font of inspiration bare
of tales to tell, of anecdotes bereft.
What's worse, I worry that you just
don't care.
I know my blog's been up and down of
late,
some stories good, while others quite
sub-par.
So I shall fight my tendency to prate
and lay my cards out here upon the bar:
I'm feeling down and not too motivated.
The novelty of where I am has gone.
In order to keep writing unabated
I need another plan to carry on.
More frequent posts I'll write, in
verse, not prose
And maybe we'll all get more joy from
those.
So there.
Be yourself, that's always been the best thing about you.
ReplyDeleteTell us some of the little things (no, not Royale with Cheese, but since we're here, is it true?). Cultures make people different, but people as a whole are the same. Tell us about those little things, when whim permits.
Sorry I haven't been as active to post on your blog, but I read it when I can. Keep going when the motivation is there. But not as a chore, never that.
Thanks, Craig. I think that's what i'm going to try to do from here on out. No more big post every Friday (unless I have a good one). I'm going to try to do a sonnet...often. And then maybe short things from time to time. Something like that.
ReplyDeleteMom says to click your heals together 3 times while muttering, "There's no place like home, etc. etc. etc." But verse would be entertaining!! I have read them all.
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