Oh, Crap!
I'm going to put it all out there in a very evasive and somewhat whiny way. What I'm actually going to do is complain about writing. The past few months I've started writing more frequently, which is great. As a writer, I should be writing all the time. I should have a daily schedule for writing. I should sit in front of my computer for hours on end, work on a poem, re-work a poem, revise said poem and continue the process until a manuscript is in my hands. None of this has happened. Part of the reason may be my natural ability to only do small tasks at a time. I've never been one to dive into a huge project and become totally immersed. I'm more of a "dip your toes in and see how it feels" kind of gal. But, to get back on track, I have been writing more yet I feel really crappy about my writing. A few years ago I moved back to Pittsburgh and dealt with an emotional break-up. I had four jobs, worked an insane amount of hours, and still didn