Today I tried to write a post about the squawking crows, and ended up writing another poem. I'm not putting the crow poem here; it is being filed with the geese poem and a couple others waiting to see if my motivated self actually does something with them, or the procrastinator wins with another cup of coffee.
Instead then, I started writing a post squawking all about me and blah, blah, blah! You know how you think you want to say something, and then you realize it is just to hear your self talk? That was that. Eeesh! I hate that. No one wants to hear that. So I shut myself up and deleted it. You wouldn't have enjoyed reading it. I didn't enjoy reading it. Sometimes you just have to shut up.
I had three long paragraphs. And I've just deleted them. Now I have three short paragraphs. And I'm much happier with them.
|My photo of a nice winter beach day|
If you don't have nuthin' good to write,
don't write nuthin' at all.
But if there's a glimmer
the least little shimmer
Than let it all on the page fall.
I don't want to write
About any plight
Like ships torn asunder at sea
So you needn't wonder
If that sort of blunder
Is really the story of me.
by Donna JT Smith