Writing to me is the trip to and from a restaurant with people.
Before starting the journey I feel puzzled.
I look for excuses before I get going.
I procrastinate on deciding where to go.
Delay preparations for the voyage.
I browse the web for a menu of ideas.
Stressful beginnings take off.
Ideas irrelevant to my future flood my mind.
Progress seems out of reach.
Finally sit down at a table and skim through the menu.
I know what I want.
Overwhelmed with thoughts, ideas pour onto paper.
I watch the waiters deliver food.
The smells of ideas around me organize my stomach.
Food arrives, I dig in. Success waits for me.
Assignment was to write an extended metaphor... poem thing ... and i wrote about what writing is to me but connecting it to a restaurant.
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