Hello dear friends and readers
I hope this letter finds you in good spirits.
Me? I’m taking a working vacation from the Manic Word Depot for a few days.
It’s been brought to my attention that I need to stop complaining and sort through the 2400(?!?!) poems I have scribbled and make a collection of them.
I hate it. With a passion of a thousand dying suns.
I was asked around 4 months ago to get this collection ready and submitted. I grabbed like fifty of them and quit. I’ve told myself to go back and finish over and again but my resolve is weak when. It comes to reading my own words.
So I told myself this morning, no new poetry until the collection is done. And the words have bounced around in my head all day. A deafening roar in need of release. But I will be steadfast.
So until it is done I shall be a ghost haunting around this warehouse of depression and longing.
But you are important and I didn’t want to just vanish for a week with no note.
Feel free to message me or leave a comment if any of the things you’ve read here warrant inclusion in a tome.
I’ll be thinking of you. Soon enough I’ll flood your feed with my normal rash of incoherent mumblings and odes of love and sorrow.
Hugs and sloppy wet kisses from the Fool to you