This Brain is on Fire
Okay, so I’m taking a poetry class taught by Billy Collins, and last Monday we workshopped one of my poems entitled “The Words People Use,” and—gasp!—he liked it. Like, really liked it. Like, stopped me on break to tell me he really liked it and then said he would like to see more. And asked me to bring in 6 more pieces for him to read! HOLY SHIT! I might die. I almost died. Billy Collins is amazing. I don’t even care if he tells me the rest of my stuff is garbage. I don’t care. Because at least I’ll know I wrote one good piece. And that’s where it begins. Everything begins with one. Sigh.
