Live in London, but from TX
"I don't know if it's gonna work, or not, however, I fully invite you to join me on the porch, to see if it might pay off."
Ringo, guess I'll have ta try sitting on the porch then aye(?), though I'm 23 and have been watching the world shiver by for awhile now already.
Here's a memory that often bugs me and I've often put it down to why my writing took a wrong turn:
When I was in highschool, I took a creative writing course and to be quite honest, I never wrote poetry as well after taking that class. In fact, it put me off writing so much that I skipped most of the classes and my teacher--only because he thought I had talent--talked the higher ups into not failing me for the semester. Before taking that class, I enjoyed writing and things came to mind quickly and without effort. But I'd have thought I would have thrived from that class because they all loved my work, specially the teacher--everyone said they feared reading their poem after I'd read mine because they then wouldn't meet expectations. Anyway, whether it's just a stage that passes, or I've nothing to write about I don't know. All I know is, before that class in highschool I wrote like crazy. And for years now, afterwards, I write a few poems a year. Something's gotta give for why that happened! Who knows. I know one can't force themselves to write and it comes when it comes, but I want it to come like it used to before it left!