Of Scarecrow and The Lazy La-dee-dah's

I feel that I’ve been going through phases this year. First, I started off wanting to write like mad until my eyes, longingly staring at the screen, became bloodshot, the result of which wouldn’t make me stop. Then, I started reading everything I could get my hands on (yeah, yeah, I know: voraciously would suffice), starting with one book in January I read in a day; and another book of poetry that I devoured one night in February. Now, I’m at phase three and really not sure where it came from...