Werk!

Every single day I study art. A painter. A poet. A novelist. A storyteller. Every single day I create. A blog post. A journal entry. A gratitude log. Something. I don't wait to be inspired. I didn't wait to be inspired when I worked a 9 to 5. I went to work. Same here. I go to work. I am not greatly enthused about writing form poetry. Should I say that as a poet? I practice it though. Even if it means I have to go to Google and YouTube to perfect my sonnet game. That's what I do. I study great poets. I surround myself with great writers. I am constantly soaking up knowledge. I will never be...there. There will always be room for be more fierce. I am not afraid of my bad poetry. My poor stories. I have great ones too. Keep studying. You don't have to be in school. The library is free. The internet is free. An open mic is $5. Keep getting better. You work on your abs. You walk often. You eat right. Shaping your body takes work. And shaping your body of art takes work. Keep going. Keep growing.