Never see a crash/burn. Like a dream I continue with illusion of incompetence and never send out any work as it never is good enough. So I admire it or use the paper to start the fire place and gather another log to consume my thoughts that go up in smoke.
Never see a crash/burn. Like a dream I continue with illusion of incompetence and never send out any work as it never is good enough. So I admire it or use the paper to start the fire place and gather another log to consume my thoughts that go up in smoke.
A burning fire of the imagination, with logs of manuscripts that go up in a smoke to the realm of creativity.