As I put together my Manu-script I realize that I have way too many first draft poems. Why is it that Editing is such a hard process for me? I am sure that I am not the only one, but it bothers me. Most of the time When I finish writing one I just want to jump into the next one. I just want keep on writing. I do realize that I must stop and review, and learn to remove things. I am too emotionally attached to most of the lines that I write. I have too many favorite lines and it hurts each time I think of chopping a line. It is a must and I know that the ends justify the means, but damn.

I write, I read, I move. I must learn how to play with a poem, expand them, go back to my vault and spend time with each one. My biggest problem is sitting trying to write something. I can't do it like that, I don't know how. Things come out and when I try to force them crap comes out. Pure crap. I gotta take a creative writing course or something.

So Marisol saw me read for the first time yesterday, and she said she loved it although her face turned into a tomato when I read the erotica poem. I thought I sucked. I really did, because I stumbled after every single word, and was too nervous to look up. Oscar says I have a lot of poetic guts. I don't know how I do half of the things I do but I do them. And I don't do them like I'm doing them for TV.
Next time will be better.