Prompt: There is a very strange egg in a basket on the neighbor's doorstep.
Suggested Listening: Call Me - Shinedown
Quote: Our destinies lay not in the stars, but ourselves. - Unknown
There is a special throne in heaven for poets who labor in obscurity. The rest of us harbor an unexpressed hope for fame and glory.
You might be tempted to write for a market. You might be tempted to ride the crest of a trend.
That kind of writing is about as stable and fulfilling as day-trading.
Write what moves you. Write what interests you. Write what frightens you. Write what thrills you. Take a cue from the poets, bless their underfunded little hearts. From: The Pocket Muse by Monica Wood.
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