KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
The Chaos of my hands
When the prompt sits in front of you
And your mind is going elsewhere
How do you get the words down
On the white screen of doom
I tell you, I confess
To my writer’s block answer
I swear, I cuss, I write random
Words, garbage and sometime just letters
And eventually order comes
From the chaos of my hands.
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