“I think inspiration is given too much credit. It can only do so much—never any of the heavy lifting that’s required when crafting a poem. Inspiration is a lazy architect who gives you a blueprint with only the front door drawn, then snoozes on a hammock while you build the entire house.” (David Hernandez)
Slouching out to the courtyard with composition book and pencil.
Can’t I just do some hill repeats?
“Hell no,” say my punk legs like they really finished their workout this morning.
Hey wusses–y’all didn’t even make it through set 3. But I guess it ain’t your fault. This being a punctual employee thing is really screwing up the workouts.
Hey, hey HEY! Stop stalling and and get to writing; lunch breaks don’t last always.
Alright already. Sheesh.