Install me in any profession….

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Lend me a little tobacco-shop,
or install me in any profession
Save this damn’d profession of writing,
where one needs one’s brains all the time.
– Ezra Pound’s “The Lake Isle”

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No kiddin’, Ezra.

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It’s getting to that point in the semester when I’m looking at my to-do list and most of it involves writing. I have an explication essay for American Poetry due soon. I have a news script to write for Tuesday. I have a big research paper I haven’t started, and another I’m not even going to attempt until a few days before it’s due.

My brain is fried.

But, I keep chugging on. Sometimes all you gotta do is write anyway — whether it turns into a masterpiece or just an Anne Lamott-style shitty first draft.

Here’s to writing.

Lauren

Scriptwriting Archive:
Broken-down Poetry, and what it means
The strenuous marriage of writing
Poetry as Therapy, pt. II
Imagination
Sh*tty First Drafts
Cross-train
Go get a life
Wishing writing could change me