I haven't done more on DA than just look at pictures. Thursday night I decided to check my 600+ message, on a whim. And because I hate when any sort of inbox is an overcrowded mess.
One of my poems had been chosen as a DD at some point in February last year, and I hadn't even known. The comments left were beautiful, beautiful. I read that poem for the first time in a long time, and felt very sad. It seemed written by a different person. I've been in a period of business, stress, change, and extended writer's block. All of the above are contributing factors to the latter, as well as lack of discipline. With nothing to hold me accountable for