It's not her fault...

She is a photographer.
She is an experienced film editor.
She is a phenomenal writer, waiting to discover how good she is.
She said, "5 a week - it seems you could do more.
I guess I just see things visually."
She thought it would be easy for me.

I am a writer.
A singer, a reader, a sewer, crafter, dancer.
I see phenomenal stories in my mind and I write them down.
I said, "maybe I could do 5 week, but really no more."
I see things visually too.
But my fingers only translate in words.

She said, "just make them as a place marker."
And she showed me her friend's new book who did the same.
Congratulations to her friend - crazy, funky, sketches...
That the publisher kept.
And her book is now for sale.

And now I've got my pages
And they look all wrong.
Place marker pages.
Of funky, yucky sketches.
It's not her fault...
That I can't draw.

Salute ~
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