So they told me to write what I know,
But when I wrote about my family, they laughed.
I threw those stories in the trash, and took another tip:
Write what you love. Well I love to write, so I'll write about that.
College professors called me Sophomoric and gave me bad marks,
I threw those stories in the bin as well. I don't love it anymore.
This task is becoming daunting, and I just want to write.
Once I did just that, and wrote about what came to me,
I found that my writer's voice was soothing and fresh, not trite,
Like a cup of Earl Grey tea.
No comments:
Post a Comment