more, better

so, my packet returned from my mentor is good. but i'm so over everything i've written and she wants me to delve in deeper.

it's my own damn fault. i walked down this road. hell, i blew the mountain to bits to get this road established, but i did this. it's my fault.

shit.

so, i will just put it all out of my mind, as i'm inclined to do. let it all sit there until i have the time and energy to deal with it.

there were a couple new poems (new to her anyway), that she said, i wouldn't touch this.

again, back to my same old saying, what do you want, strong finished poems or a semester window of writing. two entirely different streams there.

but we do agree on many things, and she was glad i took the risk to write what i needed to. i had to, there was no alternative.

at least tonight, i can breathe.

that's helpful.