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So my previously mentioned poem sequence keeps on evolving, though I think it’s to its final form. It turns out what I really wanted to write was a poem sequence following a couple, first with the man of this couple coming to terms with their relationship, and then briefly showing the woman’s side of things with one last poem. All of this following the track list of These Are The Good Times, People by The Presidents of the United States of America. Yeah, it’s kind of weird.
Still, I feel like it’s working well. There’s still a lot of tweaking to do, and there’s still about half of it to write (I had to scrap some of my earlier poems, though alright, once the theme got reined in.) but the individual poems are up to my standards for myself, which is always nice, and if nothing else, I feel like I’m painting a really nice picture. I hope it comes across.

Am I getting to close to this project, though? I wonder. I got really mad at Brer earlier due to how he was criticizing what I was showing him. I love constructive criticism. I mean, there are some things I won’t budge on (like, uh, my use of parenthesis. Sometimes I can use them better, which I’m happy to hear if that’s the case. But their inclusion kind of makes my poems work in my eyes. I’m not going to cut them.) but for the most part I love hearing different viewpoints so I can look at my work and think about how to make it so the reader sees my viewpoints. I don’t get enough of it.
I mean, I think a lot of it was my bad mood at the time combined with how easily I get mad at Brer when he argues with me. He just loves to put things in the exact wrong way to push my buttons, and it’s got to the point that even when he says things that just suggest that manner of speaking, I jump on him because I feel it’s going there. Not fair, I know, but I follow my emotions for better or worse. Life doesn’t work well if I don’t.
But seriously, is it that I can’t take criticism? It concerns me. I really don’t want to be that guy, and though I’m proud of what I make, I’m not pretending that my art is… I dunno… Art. It’s just neat things I do. That I hopefully might get published some day. But I don’t have any delusions that I’m some master artist, do I?
Damn, I dunno.