"Prick-me-dainty" is one of my favorite archaic words. It has several meanings, including a fop, fancy and/or finicky dresser, someone overly fastidious about appearance, language or behavior. As a writer, I feel like quite the prickmedainty character in my own life story sometimes. So I guess I am trying to have a little fun with my poetry and not be quite so serious.
What do you do to get out of your writer's shell and drink in the world?