From the hare on your head
And the coo of your pocket dove
To the aces clearly up your sleeve
With the endless handkerchief
Your love is like sleight of hand magic
An illusion for simple minds
The strings are there for all to see
And I can see you’re full of shit
I spoke with a fellow blogger recently about editing. I myself, edit like crazy.
He said he occasional writes directly to his blog with little to no editing and suggested I try the same.
So, this week I’ll be posting material that I’ve given myself about 15 minutes to write and haven’t edited other than glaring spelling and grammatical mistakes.