Tags
Today I discovered I am not a writer.
Sure I try- 300 words a day.
I consider myself to be a pretty conservative reader
and admit there are fairy tales & books with happy endings.
A strange imprisonment.
I try not to let them get to me.
I am a real person.
I’m a biter.
I’m in love with my husband and kids.
(I promised my family I wouldn’t talk about my nose ring.)
I am a reluctant bachelorette.
I am currently writing the second book. This one takes place right after the events of the first book.
Zak and Lisabeth put their void where prohibited by law.
I enjoy reading, acting, portrait painting, directing plays, cooking, planning elaborate parties and chasing my lucky bird.
This is embarrassing since I am among friends.
I grew up in Maine.
I’m planning to write a collective voice of nagging naysay that convinces me that I might as well just pack up my typewriter and go home.
Does that mean I’m working in public relations at General Electric?
I’m a procrastinator.
I’m a speaker.
I am an English writer, not a British one.
I’m a pussy.
I am dashingly handsome.
I’m a doctor.
I’m not the only one bothered by letting guilt finally force me to do something, anything…
I’m not a writer.
– by Inspired Kathy (author of iamareader.com), the authors of several other web pages whose identities were lost in the creation of this flarf poem, and Mark Snyder.
Radical Totality 