This is a poem from Inside a Writer’s Head. Read more from and about the collection here.
Just too far from the reaches of my mind
An idea formed, it won’t come to my eyes.
Almost inspiration, trickling perspiration
As I work to overcome the thought-block
That prevents me from unlocking
The partial, half-formed thought I had.
It’s still not quite there,
As time passes, it fades into air,
Drifting further from consciousness,
From any semblance of acknowledgement
That I caught a whisper, a breath
Of whatever was there.
I simply didn’t catch quite enough of it.
Last Wednesday night I uploaded my YouTube video for the week on organizing and formatting a poetry collection. I realized later that only some of the video had gone up.
After some investigating, I determined that OpenShot, the video editor, had failed to export the full video. I tried several times and ways and it wouldn’t export the full 11 minutes and a few odd seconds video.
So this week on top of editing the video on choosing a self-publishing service, I have to go through last week’s video again to see if I can shorten it or if I have to make it into two videos.
I have my work cut out for me, but I’m going to push through and still meet my deadlines!