I'm writing again and decided to organize it,
not realizing that in the past few months,
I have created so much verbiage.
I surprised myself at the amount of words
that I have composed.
Some present themselves with little editing,
other start with one thought
and morph into something else entirely.
Some I have shared, some I have not
(though I may some day),
another group is being
developed, edited, tweaked.
I know when it is finished and when it's not.
The latter makes me anxious,
edgy, waiting for closure.
It usually takes time and patience,
except I want it done well NOW
which is not always possible.
Things get in the way,
|photo by author,|
courtesy of UNOS Art Gallery