I have spent three weeks now on a poem that will neither resolve nor get out of my head. I cannot make it work at all. I don't know why it isn't working. I want to put my head through plate glass.
I'm sorry about the poem--I know the feeling very well. I wish I had some useful piece of advice for you, but I haven't. (And believe me, if I had a dollar for every time over the past few weeks I've been tempted to say "If I amn't done with this in two days, I'll shoot myself," I'd not be rich, but I'd probably have enough to buy myself a nice new handmade cittern.)
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I'm sorry about the poem--I know the feeling very well. I wish I had some useful piece of advice for you, but I haven't. (And believe me, if I had a dollar for every time over the past few weeks I've been tempted to say "If I amn't done with this in two days, I'll shoot myself," I'd not be rich, but I'd probably have enough to buy myself a nice new handmade cittern.)