I'm in a Creative Writing class this semester and we've started out with writing poetry, otherwise known as that which I fail at.
Sure, I can appreciate poetry. I'll read it and analyze it all day long until the BenBarnes comes home (What?! You think I'm going to be waiting on a bunch of smelly cows?).
When I write it, however, it becomes a black hole of suckiness.
I'm over exaggerating, but not by much.
I think the big part of my struggle with poems is the length. Every. Single. Word. Counts. Yes, the same rule applies for all writing, but I feel more self-conscious about my word choice when they just dangle around on the page trying to hold multiple meanings.
Okay, whinyness over. It really is an excellent class and I can't wait until I get to write fiction. For now, I'll just pretend that Chris Martin of Coldplay is crooning my poetry like song lyrics.
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