...because I have to start somewhere. And April is the cruelest place to start.
And I am a glutton for self-inflicted cruelty.
Like making myself finish one poem a day when I can barely bring myself to write
one word a day.
Because why not?
Because I need this.
Because I need this more than I need all these other things.Chinquain of Starting
as all the other things
that I must also be doing?
Here's to hoping I don't write a bunch of crap.
...keepin' the Po in NaPoWriMo...