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My Day as a Writer
My desk seems awfully cluttered, though I know I need to write.
But who can work in such a mess? I first must make it right.
It really should be easy. There isn’t much to do
Although the shelves above it could use a dusting too
The books, they are disheveled. I think I’ll organize
But not by famous author, I line them up by size
My next task will be easy, just clean the tiny keys.
And then the mouse and monitor, will polish up with ease.
It’s looking so much better, I really should be done.
Except that pile of papers, I file every one.
Now I should be ready to summon up my muse.
I sharpen all my pencils and pick a pen to use.
My notebook in the ready, I find my notes within
But now the dog is barking, before I can begin.
The napping babe is waking, there’s someone at the door.
I rise to get the infant, but trip and hit the floor.
The chair no longer upright, slams into my backside.
My favorite pair of pjs, are now ripped up the side.
The baby now is wailing, I struggle to my feet.
My writing time is over. I’ll have to claim defeat.
Until the day is over, I’ll wish I’d left the mess.
For now the real world beckons, my muse will have to rest.
By Christine Bryant
Hi Day Dreamer, I followed your link from David West's blog and like your posts. I love the day dreamer tag, because that's what I DO!!! And I think that leads to some great creative energy that builds. We need to not feel guilty about daydreaming, OR about sleeping, and let our inner consciousness speak to us. That makes us better writers imho
ReplyDeleteOh my, that so made me laugh. It's so me! I know you claim you're not a poet, but that one is awesome. You should print it and sell it in frames at conferences.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. Now, no more procrastinating! Get to work. Oh wait, I should stop reading blogs and do the same thing. Let's both get to work.
Nichole
Hehehehe! You already know how much I love this! I just had to add it again! FABULOUS! Jenni
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this poem Chris!
ReplyDeleteAs for me ... I can write amid the mess and I don't really have a routine. But I like to have headphones with muse music to take me to my other world :)
Ah, I get this. Feeling defeat, with the baby wailing in the background, so true!
ReplyDeleteI, too, procrastinate. I think it's because I'm terrified at actually being successful someday. Could that be?