Write a four line poem about: the way you write.
Kat and I went (five pin) bowling tonight for the first time in a very long time. I bowled regularly growing up but recently I've only gone once or twice a year at most.
Anyway, I did much better than I was expecting. It was the sort of night that could tempt me to get back into it.
Not sure that's a good thing.
Bang head against wall,
Confront blank pages with fear;
Just keep repeatingUntil inspiration appears.