In Good Form

I feel so uncemented. Yeah, I made that word up. But really. I so rarely have a real form in my writing.  It seems always a combination between poetry and prose, kind of like free-verse, which I love, but honestly, I just feel lazy. Lazy because my poetry isn’t poetic enough, or flowy enough, or enigmatic enough.  Lazy because my prose isn’t structured enough, isn’t solid enough, isn’t fast enough. I like writing when it all just spills out of me, but I’m getting slack about technical things. And I don’t care about having all the technical things right for only their own sake but for what they truly contribute to the piece. It’s high time I clean up my act.  There’s a great deal of improvement to be had and I don’t want to be too chicken or too lazy to face that because of my own laxity. 

I’m working on a prose piece, and this time I want it to be in legitimate, unquestionable prose. It isn’t there yet. Wish me luck.