It's a question that often fleets through my head, similar to, I need my hair trimmed; do I need my hair trimmed? (I usually get 2 hair cuts a year, yet inexplicably, vainly, I mull over the trivia of possible hairdressing options on a more regular basis). Geeze, I'm waffling already. What I mean is - writing takes discipline. It's like swimming in the sea in summer. It's worth it once your under; getting under is the hard part.
I went to a local poetry event last night. It made me swear I wouldn't go to local poetry events anymore. There were a couple of good poems, like a couple of raindrops in the Sahara. There were poems about angels and rainbows and hearts breaking. I remember the judge of poetry competitions saying that the words 'gentle' or 'gently' were used far too often in poems. I'm sure they've slipped (gently) into a few of mine, but I see what she's getting at.
I love a good sibling rivalry poem and click here for one I found earlier.
Perhaps I shall try to blog a bit more. But hark, the fiery ball is high in the sky, unimpeded by clouds. I must get out to feel it on my face.