This week, I wrote in a mail to someone explaining my bulimic writing process. I'm from the vomit school of writing, I sit down and spew the stuff up, then tidy it up a bit. Things happen in life, I swallow it all down, and then sick it back up, somewhat selectively. It's not that life makes me sick, I just react to it stomach first. My natural inclination is not to polish writing endlessly, to pick the perfect perfect perfect word because near perfect will do for me.
So I was quite surprised to find how much I enjoyed the polishing up of a haiku series yesterday, adding pictures and creating a new Issuu "publication" for it. Perhaps there is no thing as too much practice ;) Click the picture to see the finished result!