Today I wrote a poem and sent it off to someone. I can't tell what I think about things I write. If I took that poem and left it in a drawer for me to find again a year from now I might be able to give an opinion on it.
I'm inclined to think it's bad but I won't let that stop me. No sir.
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You mean you submitted it for publication someplace? Good for you for sending it off, wherever it went.
Even a year from now your opinion of it will be suspect. One just never knows.
yes I did.
Sometimes I get these flashbacks of episodes of that televisual chum bucket, X-factor. A weird looking man in a flannel shirt with a hunch and his hair cut by his mum, awkwardly mumbling out Sinatra, then stubbornly not accepting the judges insults, saying he's been singing for 20 years and he's made cds, and then trying to hand a cd to a judge, and them just thinking 'kill yourself'...I guess my point is - how do you know if you're not just deluded like the guy in the flannel shirt? I suppose by seeing if you're unanimously rejected by people who don't know or like you.
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