TO ALL WRITERS, LIKE IF YOU CAN RELATE!
Drumming fingers on a table
Sorting fiction from the fable
Fixing words and writing stories
Making lists of categories.
Late nights spent rewriting lines
Early mornings reading guidelines
Hours spent to reach a goal
Coffee always plays its roll.
When you think you just then finished
All your excitement diminished
Sitting there in bold and red
An obvious error you misread.
So back again to fix it now
You will find something else somehow
You pull your hair and start again
Your pencil breaks and dry your pen.
Why do we still put up with this?
For writing is a deep abyss
That we will fall into for weeks
While stronger temper ever peaks.
We live with this because we love it
And we will always rise above it
And then it feels wonderful
To know we have climbed from the hole.
We write the future, present, past
Each one of us hardly the last
To make the world’s latest prediction
Who cares if it’s written in fiction!