Between the good, bad, and the in-between, it’s been a lot of work. Some of it good, others complete losses, but it is what it is.
Just because I’m ahead of the game though, doesn’t mean that I’m coasting through this school year. If anything, this is probably my most challenging quarter on the creative side of things. And it only gets tougher from here.
But we all have certain things we run from, pieces of ourselves that are hard to separate from the rest; it can be quite the crisis of self that comes when we try. So here you go, for my finals week, here are two very dramatic poems that I kind of love. Especially the second one
Down to the last 24 hours of NaNoWriMo, so did I make the race against time?