Writing poetry gets more difficult the longer I do it. I confront the blank sheet of paper and have to fill it with—what? Myself? My energy? My thoughts? The longer I do it, the more internal and external pressures I face: to make something better, different, or more interesting.
I often tell my editorial services clients that “perfection is the enemy o…
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