So I Thought I'd Write A Book

It started with a dream when I was six years old

And now it's on my screen, in font that's black and bold

I took the plunge in adulthood to pen a new bestseller

Initially the story of a girl and hunky fella

Imagination running wild, plots thickened - intertwined

My characters became so real they lived inside my mind

A fine line appeared and blurred reality with fiction

This writing bug had struck me with insatiable addiction

So I became nocturnal - working through the dark of night

And many cups of coffee helped me through my writing plight

Words - they came so easy, too many at a time

Never had a problem with a dialogue or rhyme

I chain-smoked through the motions as the ashtrays overflowed

I thought my brain could cope no more with overload, explode!

So the washing's piling up and the husband's wanting fed

And I'm getting inspirations while I'm lying in my bed

Up at all untimely hours penning more narrative lines

I'm on a roll, I'm at my desk, the manuscript refines

Don't disturb me while I'm thinking, it'll break my concentration

Too much noise around me now is such an aggravation

As I lean upon the keyboard and I rub my weary eyes

I have crossed a thousand T's or so and dotted many I's

Does this story have to end, guess it's time to wrap it up?

So it's time to put it out there, will somebody snap it up?

Will it sit amongst the slushpile? Will it get a fleeting look?

Will somebody please peruse this entertaining, fiction book?

Have I written for the glory? Have I written for the pleasure?

Will I become a success story, - a stumbled across treasure?

No rejection can deter me now, my skin has toughened up

And when the offers overflow - I'll drinketh from thy cup

And when I shake the hands upon securing thee BIG deal

I'll JUMP and SHOUT and SCREAM and CRY and relish it with zeal!

  In my quest for recognition, I still send and send and send…

  For I believe my dream is closer, than the rainbows end.

  Copyright of Aimee Taylor