Anyway - here it is...
It can start as just a barely perceptible itch
That one cannot quite scratch
Then the first skritch-skritch of pen on paper,
That scratch of graphite on vellum
That first clickety-clackety of the keyboard,
That initial thought gotten down
That becomes a raging torrent of words
Pouring forth so fast
That my aching fingers cannot keep up.
Then at last the paper, the ink and I are sated, satisfied.
Wait! I wrote that!? Oh hell no. Time for a re-write.
The struggle is real y'all.
I did a thing on medium.com. About my experiences with COPD. I posted a link on FB with a blurb. It was received fairly well. It came about as kind of a response to a friend's post on FB that was one of those silly type things If she got 100 likes (hooboy... I know, right?) her daughter would quit smoking. This touched a nerve with me. Within a few hours I had blasted out about 2600 words from the heart.
After that my little essay was picked up by one of the 'zines on medium: Healthcare in America
This was really flattering. And I felt humbled as well. So as I come up with things I will likely continue to publish there.
Some of us are not FaceBook friends so here's a link to the essay: Do you smoke? Still? Let me tell you a story
If you're so inclined hit the applause button a time or a few you will find within the story on medium. If you want to share it you feel free to do so. If you want to do so via FaceBook please feel free This is a public post. I'd like to help people to quit smoking. Or at least get them thinking about it.