I went to write this morning, to work on a poem, and realised that writing doesn’t work great if you don’t wake up your writing muscles. So I jumped on here to do some freewriting and two things happened. I got distracted reading the Caretakers posts, and the song I was listening to turned out to be the mmmwhatcha say song and I lost my shit momentarily.
The Caretaker is brilliant, the aesthetic they bring is so beautiful it’s kissable. Huge aesthetic. I wish I could write something with that aesthetic sometimes, but then other times I’m very content to just read it.
I also read The Hound of the Baskerville’s today, and BOY HOWDY is it different from the tv series version. Like i feel like i need to rewatch that episode just so I can remember fully what they presented as their case. So brilliant tho - the book. I’m reading it for my english class, and next week i plan on doing my assignment for it.
I woke up at 5.45 this morning, and also sorry for anyone reading this for it being such a mess of thoughts but it really is like a diary set up. i’m just spewing thoughts here as they come. Anyway, i woke I 5.45 and got up. Then read until around 9.30, when i finished my book and proceeded to organise my assignments and work load.
My next thing is a poem that i need to complete. I keep tripping myself up over it, and over thinking the events of the poem to much. But once I’ve laid it all out, I’ll work on it and make it cohesive. It’s a poem about death and change.
Hmm, well shoot. My brain has decided that right now is not, in fact, poetry writing time. I’m feeling antsy. I’m going to go for a walk. Head to the library and see if they have a poetry section.
















