How do you get better at something?
Almost always the answer is doing
I have been writing a poem a day for the past nine years
Know that sometimes they were bad, but sometimes they were good
Undertake a journey today and read some. The link below is to all 3,287 …
Now what are we going to do?
I liked counting to ten
Now we can’t without bringing up the senseless cannibalistic murder
Evoking the horrific time when seven ate,,,
Furiously pedaling her bicycle she went all out
Amanda made it across town in record time, but she was still late
So she got there just as his bus pulled away so all she could do was wave goodbye
The next nine weeks were going to be so slow