Here I go…

A website doesn’t feel like a poem. It feels like a black hole into which good intentions for the day disappear as I wrangle with internet lingo and the randomness of WordPress. I chase a pretty color and wake up five hours later with a page called Sarah Goes There and a pile of dirty dishes. The headache and hangry and time lost of starting a website is more like doing taxes than writing a poem.


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