Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

I don't know where to begin harvesting poems for my first collection of poetry in print. I still struggle with organization as I deal with ADHD. This community is the only place where all the poems I blog can be seen. I wanted to do it for my family, and others, but not for myself. I no longer yearn to be seen in print, or otherwise. I know the reception to my words to be varied, indifferent or nothing, uninspired to boast or be seen anymore.

I squandered time off recently to do something. I try to figure this print game out, and I stop. It's not distraction. Only one motivation: write and write and purge and create, because it's the only satisfying process.

I told the Zoom group Monday night, when introducing myself for the first time, I do not publish because I am "a bit Emily." They understood. I have no connections from that group or any other outside this community, and lost again where to go with this poet's life.