1170 posts pending. 263 drafts.
Many a word there to find a place for.
It is this category thing screwing with me isn’t it?
I cannot recall why I put ALL my fucking posts as pending, though I think it was to try become vaguely more organised in it. That was the original intention of creating a blog over three (four?) years back, to have a place to put the poems and subconscious babble in some sort of coherent album type thing.
Now it is done, I don’t know if I should ‘undone’ it, or republish shit, or move along and let them be.
Though, one thing I DO know is blogging changed me and my relationship with people and the world, more than I imagined it could.
(for better hopefully, though in moments creating misery swinging oft toward elation…ffs. 😉 )
Another three years then?
Another thing –
I started posting some of the poetry on Instagram (It is fun a little, Kinda) :
Yes I realise I cropped it like a novice Instagrammer – that would be because I am one.