/var/notes/intent.txt # The Shape of Intent Earl David Freeland > “Your work lacks craft. It’s just lucky.” That one hit the old switchboard: imposter syndrome, static, the whole mess. But I didn’t argue. I didn’t defend myself in a comment thread. I did the only thing I trust. I wrote. Luck implies accident. Accident implies no intent, no structure, no weight-bearing architecture under what looks spontaneous. They saw the jagged edge and assumed it wasn’t chosen. They didn’t see the hours. The iterations. The deliberate refusal to polish something into a lie. So I wrote The Shape of Intent as proof of work: not pretty proof. Not classroom proof. The kind that holds because it has to. If you’re reading this, you’re already the kind of reader I wrote it for. --- [ back to poems ]