I never thought I would say this but I’m struggling to write poetry. Right now, I can’t write a decent poem to save my life.
To put it into context, I have written manuscripts. Novels. Fifty, sixty, seventy thousand words long.
Yet I can’t string together fifty words of poetry, of verse, of creative love.
I crave structure. I crave freedom. Poetry gives me too much of the latter and not enough of the former.
See, aspiringwriter22 has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? How does aspiringpoet22 sound? Disgusting, right?