In Which I State My Objectives

Let me be honest, here: I started this Blogger because I was coerced. Miss Mustache Pie held a metaphorical blunderbuss to my head and threatened my life if I didn't make one.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. But that's a perfectly acceptable literary technique, Dear Readers, which brings me to my next point -- a point which also happens to be the point of this blog.

I'm going to try my damnedest to write a poem a day for...well, who knows how long? Longer than a day, I hope. Longer than a week.

I hardly ever write any more, and it's sort of making me feel dead inside, or like a dried-up leaf just waiting for someone to step on me for that satisfying crunch. Something like that.

So here I am, with this goal. I'm going to write and post at least one poem every day, even if it's three lines long or makes no sense or is just plain terrible. I imagine I will probably write most of these poems right in the text box here on the site, minutes before posting them. I also imagine most of them will not really even count as poetry.

However, I am 85% sure this will be good for me, even as just a writing exercise or an emotional outlet. So I'll try it out.

Part of me hopes no one reads this, but part of me also knows I will be sad if no one does. Ah, the paradox of human emotions.

Here goes nothing special.