(Messrs. Bernstein & Sondheim probably had days like this but I'll apologize anyway. Sing to the tune of "Tonight.")
To write, to write,
I don't have time to write;
To write I need at least half a day.
My home's a fright,
My budget's always tight
Things to fix, stuff to clean, bills to pay.
To write I need some peace and quiet,
Good sleep and healthy diet,
(So still my screen is white).
Oh, brain, ignite;
Ignore email and each social site.
Just write!
To write, to write,
When will I ever write?
My day job takes up hours each day,
I'll write tonight,
I'll leave work while it's light
And I'll hash out the plot on the way.
I'll wait until my family's sleeping
Late hours I'll be keeping,
Until this story's right.
Oh, Muse, alight,
Don't make my late night prose sound too trite,
But write!
Peace,
Elena
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