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I overheard another’s phone conversation the other day (just another unfortunate consequence of the cell phone). It was a friend of mine talking with a friend of hers… I caught it somewhere in the middle and not at all on purpose… but it went like this…

“so I decided I can’t write a book, it’s just too much work. It’s so hard to put together a whole book. I don’t know how anyone could do it. I think I’m more of a poet. It’s so weird how you go through life and then just discover your calling. I really love wrtiting poems.”

I know I quoted that, but it probably wasn’t verbatim, just how my ears and brain now remember it. First impression was, “no shit writing a book is hard.” Second impression, “I hate poetry.”

Not all poetry really, just most of it. And all if it by people who think they are poets. I mean I can appreciate a clever rhyme. But, for the most part, I don’t get poems. I think they’re just shit written by people who can’t write a book, or even a short story for that matter.

Check it…

They ate till they became surfeited,
Inebriated under the silky skies.
Once supposing all sentiments
That float along and pass on by

There, done in about 90 seconds. I want to write a book.