Just when I think I'm out.....
Stupid English education.
You're wandering along one day, years after your creative writing training...you think it's gone - you think you're safely grounded in reality once again.
And then something twangs your emotion.
"It's okay", you tell yourself, "it's not going to happen this time."
"I'm in control."
And then.....you do it.
You reflexively spin it into poetry.
Days on the Wagon: 0.
You're wandering along one day, years after your creative writing training...you think it's gone - you think you're safely grounded in reality once again.
And then something twangs your emotion.
"It's okay", you tell yourself, "it's not going to happen this time."
"I'm in control."
And then.....you do it.
You reflexively spin it into poetry.
Days on the Wagon: 0.