It’s 4 in the morning. What strange thoughts has insomnia brought forth today?
How can you find your “voice” by copying someone else’s style?
Some people fly through the create-o-sphere at starship speed, their words a hurricane of meaning.
I point to a starship trying to go through a hurricane and say, “Aha! A cellestial star wash.”
Wish I had the ability to write powerful, poetic prose that grips at your heart.
But no…my world is sarcasm, rants…the occasional glimpse of a not-quite-right poet.
I skip all the fluff and go for the jugular.
It’s more fun to find a flower of laughter in the dung heap of humanity than use flowery words to describe the essence of dung.
Does that make me a cr@ppy writer?
©Joelle (I just can’t stop the puns) LeGendre