Day 11: You can over milk the cow until nothing flows

It's really freeing to just do something without over-working it in hopes of "perfecting" it. In the past I rewrote poems until they truly dried up, lost all their juice. This time, the practice required me to stick to a deadline, a time when I had to "come in" from being "outside in the day." Like calling a kid in from playing kick the can. A definite end to playing with the poem, a definite "ok just post it." I came to love that aspect of "the practice." I bet other art forms have this same thing: that when you "keep at it" too long, you actually lose the "wisdom" or "impact".