Argh
Which is worse?
1) Writing crappy, embarrassing poetry and keeping it stowed away in private places, only to be amused by it years later.
2) Writing crappy, embarrassing poetry, submitting it to a legit means of publishing, having a committee of people accept it for publication, only to be horrified years later by the fact that it's in print.
Today I came to the realization that both have happened to me. I'm trying to process the reality of this, but every attempt ends in a cringing facepalm.
1) Writing crappy, embarrassing poetry and keeping it stowed away in private places, only to be amused by it years later.
2) Writing crappy, embarrassing poetry, submitting it to a legit means of publishing, having a committee of people accept it for publication, only to be horrified years later by the fact that it's in print.
Today I came to the realization that both have happened to me. I'm trying to process the reality of this, but every attempt ends in a cringing facepalm.