My Manifesto
Dear Writer...
Whether you're feline or human...
If your first draft is tidy,
you're probably doing it wrong.
If it smells like glitter and chaos —
you're on the right track.
Rules?
Useful.
But not right now.
Typos?
Beautiful.
Weird metaphors about soup?
Keep them.
I, Pishi Pooch,
in my ninth-life,
living with...
and learning from...
an editor extraordinaire,
declare:
Mess is the compost of brilliance.
Confusion is a sign you’re digging deep.
If it feels wild, it’s probably honest.
Your only job in a messy draft?
Don’t stop.
Don’t shrink.
Don’t sanitize.
Editing comes later.
First, spill the magic.
