Another poem (100 words) in Family Fuck. I've written just over a thousand words in the Cocksockett series today, but I want to let them marinate a bit. I'm very dissatisfied with the quality of some of the pieces I've posted.
Of course part of the reason for posting without editing (or marinating) was to force myself to not spend huge amounts of time seeking perfection. And to be honest I don't know that I'm not seeking perfection, I just feel that I produced mediocrity when what I want to produce is excellence. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure that more time isn't the answer either as I've not done a blasted thing in months on It's a Helluva Job or what I've done I've scrapped so many times I ought to have half a million words on the disk!