Apparently writing/creativity is a muscle that gets stronger with use. A writer told me that, and by 'writer' I mean someone who actually gets paid to write, not someone who is trying to avoid her stalled career as a television producer by expressing an interest in becoming a writer. But here's the thing: I'm struggling with motivation, or perhaps more accurately, a complete lack of disclipline that traces right back to a school career spent dodging assignments and taking the easy way out (report cards with A for result, D for effort). So, by way of sating the Gods of Creativity (and in a hope that my creativity muscle will one day bulge), here is a haiku about my bad cold.
Tissue in nostrils
To slow the persistent drip.
I snore when I'm sick.
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