I know not enough,
I see the writing of the masters,
And I realize my own less-ness,
I can still tell stories,
I can still make words do what I want,
Maybe not all the time,
But I can make a word on a page,
So many words on a page,
Writhe and spat and move and sing and fly,
That I can easily feel my power to make ideas,
I may not be as good with words as I want to be,
But that doesn’t mean I can’t make beautiful art all the same.
Ready to finally write the book you’ve been meaning to for most of your life?
Well, let me help you with that.
Special thanks to: Melissa Potter
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