Blivel

I'm starting to wonder.  Where do they get the time?

How do they write so much?  And work.  And sleep.  And eat.

Ostensibly.

Do they have assistants?  Elves?

Are they magical?

I'm down to once a week, if I'm lucky.  I'm reduced to blog-poetry.  Blog-drivel.  Blivel.

It's always there, always pleading, "write, damn you, write."  No editors, no deadlines.

The Blivel will grow, is growing.  Growing, boring Blivel; Unimportance, 2.0.

Someone already said that, I'm sure...

Well, solace is Blivel at the top of Google search results; fleeting precise fame...

and creativity -- just under the surface, living off the crumbs, waiting to pounce.

Comments

[C. Enrique Ortiz]

Poetry, oh poetry.
Blogging, writing, poetry.
You can do it, as they can.
They can do it because they find the time.
You write blog-poetry, so you have the time.
Find the right topic, write, damn you, write.
It will all be fine....

ceo

[Lee Byrne]

Are you ok? I feel like I was reading something from Kurt Vonnegut. Get some rest man and soon.

[Russell Glass]

Thanks for the concern, Lee. You, like most of my readers, need to be goaded into making a comment every now and again...