My Writing

Last semester when I attempted to restart regularly posting on here, I am implemented a scheme to post a piece of poetry every Tuesday. The idea did gain what I hoped it would, thinking constructively again about my writing. And for maybe 4 or 5 weeks I came up with a piece every Tuesday.

However, what the scheme also brought about in an unforseen way was a pressure to write (obviously, setting a deadline to publish writing would inherently invite pressure) exactly when I didn't need it. Now, I'm typically one to appreciate writing under pressure. It's the only way I survived university - late night and often last minute wooshes of my mighty pen and fingers. I did it well enough, but this is something of an entirely different animal. I'm already freaked out by my writing and even the possibility of it - just need to take it slowly. I have to write, a delightful statement I'm becoming more and more aware of.

And I will write.

Just with no more deadlines. However, I will strive to not only type but also post what I'm writing. All poetry will get posted. And prose, some prose will get posted. If I actually decide on what to write, I think I'll have a few things to share.

What a frightening prospect.