It took nearly seven months before I decided to publish on the Manifesto of Perfection again, the place I recorded my thoughts and opinions of all things self-improvement.
Last week I marked my return, where for the first time ever I featured work that wasn’t my own – a beautiful poem by Charles Bukowski ‘So you want to be a writer?’
I can’t promise it will change your life or anything, but it reminded me why I enjoy writing – expressing oneself, relieving stress, someone appreciates your work, the natural inspiration process, artistic integrity. I knew it was time to return.
Continue reading “Slight return”
So you want to be a writer
by Charles Bukowski
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
searching for words,
don’t do it. Continue reading “So you want to be a writer?”
At some point in my early adult life things were stagnant. I went to work everyday, lived with my parents at home and every once in a while I would go out with friends – usually for a trip to the cinema.
There was no relationship, no ambition, nothing except a savings account that got bigger because I never did much but work.
And then the cat I had since childhood, Tigger died. Continue reading “My Worst Year”