A Non-Poet’s Ode to Writer’s Guilt

I wish I were a poet to explain how I feel about writer’s guilt. Then I could adequately express my annoyance with it, at a raw and visceral level. I would paint a picture that covered the five senses. Writer’sĀ guilt would look, feel, taste, sound, and smell likeĀ this in my poem.   But I’m notContinue reading “A Non-Poet’s Ode to Writer’s Guilt”