I am really stressing.
We've got 20 days until Louder Than A Bomb. We have one group piece ready when we need three. Tickled Pink, Good Sport, and I spent three hours trying to get something, anything, competition ready. It was rough. We've taken the remnants home to work on for ourselves.
I am not creating anything of worth and it's making me sick. I literally have written nothing for myself. It's so frustrating and I can't figure out how to push through it. This is not okay.
Twenty days.
FYI - in college I used to do Slam Poetry before it was called Slam Poetry. I would be happy to help you flesh out ideas. (translation: thinly veiled excuse to spend time with you)
ReplyDeleteI enthusiastically accept your thinly-veiled excuse to hang out with me with a resounding "heck yes!".
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