Yesterday, I spent almost the whole day trying to plan out a (self published, of course) booklet of my poetry. This entailed hours of document formatting and lots of printing prototypes and many mistakes. After feeling pretty accomplished with the look of my name on a book (with photos by WitchesSabbath), I read through it, looking for errors and making sure the flow of the pieces went smoothly... and not only did I find a lot of errors (after assembling five copies) but I came to realise that I don't like my poetry. I like a few of them, but that's it.
So, I don't see myself writing much poetry anymore. I'll still write... prose/prosetry... but I don't know if I can humiliate myself with any more of my poems. Sorry if you liked them.