probably what I am when it comes to submissions. Most of the time if almost feels like sheer terror at the procrastination and mad improvisation leads to the end form of my written pieces. A crooked tower added to the rear, a rickety stairway to nowhere, higgledy-piggledy panes and a wildly careening awning, the end purpose discovered after construction. Yet the structure appears to hold and appeals to its audience? It shames me that sitting down to work steadily and properly at something just never happens. It's been close to two decades of education and the technique continues to evade me. Good grades and praise feel undeserved though I won't pretend that these days, I work like a dog, for the few hours/ days that I actually do. Sustaining the capacity to work steadily rather than in random bursts. What will it take? Hopefully someone will let me in on that secret.
