I wrote my first essay today, about why I write and read poetry. It's going to be published tomorrow on Circadian Poems.Circadian Poems
The essay that was supposed to be published tomorrow was pulled at the last minute, so I was asked to write something instead.
It's one thing to string words together to create images. It's something quite different to make a coherent essay.
I'm nervous about it.
I kept feeling as though Mrs. Walker, my fourth grade English teacher, was looking over my shoulder, asking me whether or not it was an argumentative essay, and did I really think I'd structured my points firmly?
Anyway, it's good to be scared, right?
Because I'm scared.
But it's a push in a new direction.
And that's good.