His name is Beau. He's a planet, too.
For the sequel to "Discount Shakespeare", it's time to hero the dreams of the child hearts in everyone. Get ready for an adventure of a fourth of a lifetime that's meant to end right before puberty strikes.
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Beau's Regards A relic to remember Poetry by seomins
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Hello! I'm so glad you could make it.
Again.
To all of you who have somehow made it to this second, somehow even more chaotic foreword following the absolute pandemonium of my first anthology, Discount Shakespeare, then I'd like to send both my congratulations and... well, my outright warning for whoever's gonna power through this message. If there's anything I learned from my sad attempts at writing a foreword for the aforementioned poetry book, it's that—surprise, surprise—it gets worse.
But let's not waste any potential reading time here, shall we? Welcome to the official sequel to Discount Shakespeare that practically nobody asked for, Beau's Regards! As if the unabridged tyranny and chaos this world's fallen under isn't already enough for our tired souls to handle, in comes this abomination of words spaced together artistically to fit the cookie cutters of poetry (if this analogy feels a little off for you, I suggest looking up enjambment—maybe the term could then ring the slightest of bells).
Anyway, here's a quick recap of the first foreword: I suck at writing these introductory spiels mainly because I don't know who to thank. Hence, saving my utmost gratitude for my dedications at the end of this book.
And with that out of the way, I guess we don't need Jacques anymore! Get the hell outta my book, you pretentious goblin. 🤩
Jabs at random names aside, my writing role models are either dead or too famous to notice me, my family's support is fleeting, my real-life friends think my writing's just a passing fancy, and I wouldn't hear the end of it from my literary peers if they'd find out that I still write in a "storyteller's kindergarten" like Wattpad. So, my knee-jerk solution to this dilemma would be, of course, to tackle the premises, purposes, and personal sentiments that've brought this anthology to its fullest, most authentic form, instead.
After all, I've made sure to put myself first above the rest of my interpersonal writing goals, regardless of the outputs I am to bring to the table. I wouldn't dare hope and pray that my anecdotes would reach my readers' hearts without bothering to write them with even slivers of effort beforehand. That'd just be asking for too much (making something out of nothing, rather), and I could never do that to all the friends I've made on here.
I still owe so much of my writing journey to the kind souls I've crossed paths with even before I made a writing account. And that's exactly why I wanted to create Beau's Regards.
In the immortal words of Taylor Swift, "I just couldn't stop writing" after Discount Shakespeare's release. I took a shot in the dark and became a one-woman PR team for this project, as I did for the previous one—creating teasers, schedules, and even a hashtag that people could tweet their reactions with. The last thing I expected from all my means of self-hype was to see everyone joining in on the fun, congratulating me as if I'd just launched a real, honest-to-goodness poetry book for the world to bear witness to. It was nothing short of surreal.
