Fried Brain

No, I’m not suggesting fried brain as a Halloween snack. My resolution to write a post each week didn’t last long. I love poetry; I’m sick to death of poetry. It’s all my brain is interested in at the moment. Write poetry. Job hunt. Write poetry. Job hunt. At this rate, I’ll never finish the novella I’m never going to finish. Note to self: Don’t make any more resolutions. New Year’s resolutions last year were 1) Find a new career, not a job 2) Finish novella 3) Stop swearing so much 4) Avoid romantic interactions with or attachments to artists and other creative types, especially musicians. So far, so bad.


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