So, I've been thinking about the post I wrote yesterday. I wrote that cooking was the only way in which to express my creativity. Well, I was thinking about it today, and I figured that I was wrong. I had forgotten that I have one other avenue of talent and inventiveness.
I can write.
Now, I know what you must be thinking. You are thinking that you've been reading my blog for a whole 14 days for the month of April, and I have yet to impress you with my awesome writing abilities. And you are thinking correctly. I've been a terrible writer over the last few weeks and months. It isn't because I can't write; it is because I haven't had the time. My mind and my heart have been preoccupied with so many other things that I haven't taken the opportunity to dazzle you or delight you. But I will, one day. You just have to be patient.
As it is National Poetry Month, and as I have only posted 2ish poems for the first half of April, you can read my some of my previously self-published poetry pieces here or here, if you want to. They are my favorites.
(Did you see that excellent use of literary skill in the above paragraph? Four words in a row, all starting with 'p'? Amazing alliteration!)
And you thought I was lying when I told you I was a writer.