"I'm going to speak my mind because I have nothing to lose."--S.I. Hayakawa

Monday, April 12, 2010

A Night in the Life...

(Had to get this chunk of doggerel out of my head before I could move on to anything worthwhile.)

Inspiration, late at night,

and writer leaps from bed,

knows he’s found the perfect plot,

one hidden in his head.

So now the hook is set

and on the writer types,

pulling slowly on the line

then letting go some slack.

Misspelled words are underlined

as across the screen they flow,

writer lets them stay for now,

just curses fingers slow.

Red herrings swim across the page,

letting readers follow bait,

and clever clues appear disguised

but solution lies in wait.

If the writer shares his bed

with another still asleep,

that person is forgotten;

writer’s in another world

As dawn appears far in the east,

and solution finally penned,

exhaustion’s little noticed

when writer types “The End.”

Still the writer lies awake,

‘cause in his head he knows

harsh daylight will tell him

if he should have stayed in bed.

1 comment:

  1. You're so right about "harsh daylight." My seemingly brilliant night creativity often looks less so when the rays of the morning sun reach it.

    Your muse is rocking now. Yay!