I have to admit (is this statement "admissible" or "admittable"?) making a fair copy takes more than having nice handwriting (I don't, BTW.). I found that out the hard way a few days ago, when I tried making one of a poem I'd left in draft form for a year.
My fair copy turned into a very "un"fair draft within a few lines. By the time I got to "Phoenix," she was a real mess.
At first I was embarrassed, vowing to return to the public library ASAP and delete the last three or four posts. A cooler head (if no wiser) prompted this one instead.
The problem: my poem isn't fully baked. It may never be. Some parts are still too "raw" (this conceit is getting out of hand quickly).
It also points to something else: making a fair copy takes a little more character than I wanted to admit in my earlier "Enthusiastic Me" phase. Hmmm ... .
Interesting, no?
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