The Craft

     Oh no!  How did this happen?  It seems another Wednesday has crept up on me and I was caught unprepared.  I had a topic in mind for this week's blog, but things have been so incredibly insane that I didn't get a chance to put any real thought behind it and get it written.  So instead, I will share with you another poem that I wrote about a month and a half ago.  This poem epitomizes my "adventures in novelizing".

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The Craft

Up all night burning the midnight oil.

Tap, tap, clickety, clack, the sound of my toil.

The screen fills with a sea of words

Ideas chirping away in my mind like little birds.

By day I don't live up to my potential

Slowly but surely going mental

For someone else I slave away

Just to earn a meager pay

I work tirelessly to hone the craft

Unsatisfied living life in rough draft

The thought of it makes me cringe

So all night long, on words I binge