Sunday, February 8, 2015

Poet: an identity crisis

I am not as good at this as I wish I could be. And I've never quite mustered enough courage to actually call myself a writer or a poet, even though I desperately, hopelessly want to be. Why not? Why the f--- not?

How about I promise to try? It's not courage I lack, it's momentum. It's motivation. To try and submit poems to literary magazines, to update my poetry blogs (here and notional mess) with thoughts and exercises and musings and to write regularly and repeat the cycle. To work at being a poet and writer. So I earn that name.

What am I waiting for?