by jungle nun
When your creative wall hits you like a tonne of bricks.
So I'm trying to be creative
trying to be creative for all the wrong reasons
trying to write for money is the worst kind.
But when you have no money
the devil beats down on your door
with your soul on a contract.
For the love of words
and the joy of expression.
I pen to paper
and mind to pen.
If creativity strikes at any time
can you really be expected to stop making love
to get your ideas down?
If a writers desperation can be read in the subtext
then mine can be tasted running through my subway.
It could all run smoother if my ego
would allow me to harness ideas from others
but it wont
so I'll struggle on
day after day
Screwed up ball of paper after another.