So after I tortured my brain cells and their brain cells with writing non stop poetry we all are taking a break.
By break I mean from writing new poems.
Today I got myself into another challenge..
Resuming editing of my poetry book!
Because, you know, peaceful life is too mainstream.
Yup.. my brain cells shrieked from an aztec whistle when I opened the file containing the masterpiece in process.
But I totally acted deaf and rolled up my sleeves for brand new embarrassment
And ended up finding respect for editors that I never felt before.
Because editing your own work is like slapping youself and then laying on the floor throwing a tantrum because you were slapped hard.
It’s like those evil kermit meme..you have to check them if you haven’t. Might add one in the end.
Half if you is devilish culprit and other half the poor victim.
Half of the time you tell yourself you are a terrible poet..and then you get all emotional because you feel like a terrible poet..
I am so confused..
And the typos?? Seriously people how forgiving are you guys??
Or you don’t read my posts?? Hmm?
I am getting suspicious now.
In the middle I am watching forensic files too. I mean what else would go hand in hand with poetry?
Or maybe it would help the editor half of me to critically analyse the work.
Did I tell you guys I actually wanted to do go in forensics but my dad said it’s not a movie.. so I resorted to something on the same lines, audit!!
Yep..been there too.
Ok guys. Was here for a break. Going back to torture cell.
Hope you all are having a good day.
Here is evil kermit for you all..
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