Writing Target Practice
Tried to write that perfect post. Ha. If there is such a thing.
Tried for a funny post. Giggle giggle. Tripped on the way in. Nobody laughed.
Tried for an educational post. Got as far as Cervantes and realized I was tilting at windmills.
Tried for the shocking post. The shards of attention working their way under your skin. Painful little sentences.
You know tried a bunch and kept coming back to not bad. So so.
Like sighting a target. And not sure I would make the shot, lowering the barrel and squinting out to the range.
Pop pop pop.
Hits and misses.
And certainly no bulls eyes.