Tuesday, December 11
Just gotta say part 2
I just went down to the basement to get my Christmas tree stuff brought up. (Am I late? Tough.)
Came across a folder of poetry I wrote when I was seventeen. A big folder. Poems, plural. As you might expect, it all pretty much sucked, but dang, I've been a writer for twenty-seven years. Longer than I've been a knitter. I self-identify as a knitter, easily. Writer? Not so much. Time to change that.
And while pundits argue about the ever-changing nature of reading and the rape of the printed page by technology and whether Google is destroying the western canon by digitizing it, we writers keep doing what we do as we ever did....
...one cup of coffee at a time.