Consumed
What Not to Do in Medium
I was guilty of the worst.
Consumed
Like the Fireman in this picture, I was consumed with one and only one poem, and how to control my ideas for this one poem.
A few weeks back, I was “Off-Line” quite a bit, for about three weeks. You name it, I had it.
- My Brother died
- I had Covid
- Getting behind at work
- Yard work at my parents house, with a broke down lawn mower.
This Was All Stressing Me Out
I love this community, especially the writers in this community. As I came back, I was responding to my community. Life is good, things are getting better, and I even wrote an article explaining what happened during my absence.
I then wrote an article about a silly idea of turning my SUV into a “Hippy Camper Van” and me and the Wifey Wire, go on an overnight camping adventure. Well, that idea never got off the ground, once Wifey Wire found a cabin to spend the night in.
I agreed with her, a much better idea. Especially the part of getting into, and out of the rear cargo area of an SUV.