I Am Writing A Novel
I started writing a novel
Thought for the 14th time it be a novel idea!
Poured myself and a glass of wine into pages of daydreams and fodder
I rearrange the plots...
And rage inside...
Crazy with writer’s block...
Fall asleep before I’m even started
Or I’m 7 pages in without a plot
And drop this start for another novel idea
It would appear, beautiful people, that my mind is racing with more ideas than I can type with great accuracy of punctuation all the time and I’m not afraid to admit I write fantastically but not spell
- the same 🤣🤣🤣
And when I sleep sometimes I wake with greater ideas..,
Calling my name and saying “hey you can put me hear!”
For years a conundrum
A great escape
and love and tugs on my inner conscious
Could this be
More than the American dream
Dreaming in America!
Seems to me
Could be a dream come true if I could just type for you
my thoughts in 20 essays of double spaced paragraphs
If I could type through
The days I don’t drink ( I hardly drink now anyway and it’s not quite the same)
Mad about what transpired yesterday
On the brink
Or worried if anyone will buy this anyway?
Of course they will
I weigh what I think you think I am against what I know I think you are and I still don’t know what sells but I’m compelled
Despite any insecurities
And hope you all like it
It might just be
That you love it
And I admit I sometimes want your validation
-Much more than your approval 🤣🤣🤣
It is a labor of love
And an exorcism
And an intrusion
On your boredom I hope
A dildo of verbs nouns and illustrations (and names like Ba, Wei, Franco and Ray)
A coping mechanism
It is not an exaggeration to say I am proud of each and every one of these expressions of summations and honestly exasperations
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