This has been a terrible year, personally. I won’t get into the details, but it just sucked. One thing that has helped me get through it is writing. But, here’s the problem with that.
I write from a very dark place. While it quelled the inner shit for a short time (almost like a high feeling after every poem), it had long term effects and threatened to take me down further than I already was. And let’s face it, no one likes reading about flowery unicorns riding rainbows.
I’ve decided to quit writing. And I am much, much happier. One novel is enough for me. I have other things I would like to do with my life.
I might occasionally squeak out a poem here and there, but you will not see the torrent of the past few months again.
Thank you all for following my poetry. I really appreciate the comments and suggestions.