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A poem about the joys and frustrations of being a writer |
| Welcome to my secret world, a world of creativity unfurled. This is where I jot down my thoughts: for stories, poems, news reports. All I need is peace and quiet and time to let my imagination run riot. A notebook and pen are my only tools, Write clearly and interestingly are my rules. So here I am in my private place, hoping to write a story that's ace, a story described as a fascinating read - Inspiration is all I need. Don't talk to me while I'm deep in thought, I need complete silence to write as I ought. Why can't I make this poem rhyme? I find myself re-wording it time after time. Writing is a pleasurable occupation. sometimes ending in celebration, but there are times when you can't get going - your composition is anything but flowing. Put it down till another day, maybe then you'll race away, and produce that masterpiece or something fairly good at least! |