I've been fiercely disciplined lately. I'd love to go easy on myself today. So:
I will think highly of myself and my accomplishments. In fact I will list them.
I will finish a piece or leave it unfinished, as I please.
I won't wish I were another writer. I'm who I am, and I'm where I'm at. World, you can just deal with it.
I won't wish I had been born with an Anglo surname. I won't notice that the new issue of Natural Bridge, #17, features six "emerging writers" from around the U.S. Their surnames are: Boyle, Garrett, Fenton, Williams, Kohler, and Merrifield. (This issue was edited by John Dalton, who is a nice guy.)
Just for today, I'll puke up a draft of something new, maybe even something totally "out there," without caring how good it is and where I will publish it and how people may shun me when it's published. I may write as badly as I want, or as badly as I can. (Fun.) How about a poem about a dragon and a princess...