Diary of a Poet Week 4

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Wow! Firstly, I want to apologize for being away for such a long time, I promise you that I will never neglect you again. I have been so busy pushing my new book that I completely forgot about my blog. To keep up with my daily activities I recommend that you follow me on Instagram @saccheenlaing_poet. So what has this poet been up to? Well this week I launched my T-shirt line, a line featuring some of my quotes and poems. Being a poet and not having much of a social life leaves me with all the time in the world to focus on ways to push my writing more. I'm not suggesting that a social life isn't important I'm just putting it out there that it can be difficult for a poet who often times tends to love her words more than she loves human interactions.

I'm not sure it it's the same for other poets but I tend to feel overwhelmed having day to day conversations but as soon as I curl up and star to write or read I feel at complete ease and so comfortable with myself. I've been trying to step out and meet people and interact more but I'm thinking of throwing in the towel as I find myself using words that may come off as offensive to people. It's not that I lack communication skills as I am a great public speaker but when it comes to socializing in a formal setting I always find a reason to get out of it.

I want to hear from my fellow writers and poets!

Is socializing with others easy or difficult for you?

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