Often as a writer I pour over whether what I am writing is something that should command any attention. I reach out for the ethereal words to grasp them from the semi-opaque vapors in my mind that pass for thoughts, trying earnestly to say something significant. It is nearly inexpressible how I often feel that this is an exercise in futility: I can never say it well enough. It will fail, I fear… I believe. I even wrote an untitled poem back in early March that I posted on my personal Instagram (@prramer) that spoke to this feeling of inevitable failure at words.
50 Hour Slam 2019, Part One: Assuming a Role
It was a busy, tiring, yet fun weekend. Another spring break came as I enjoyed my time off to participate in Spokane’s 50 Hour Slam. Last year, I didn’t know what I was in for when I accepted a friend’s invitation to join her 50 Hour Slam team. I hadn’t even heard of the event. … Read more 50 Hour Slam 2019, Part One: Assuming a Role